Not every storm has a name, like Harvey, Irma, or Maria.
Mine arrived without radar predictions or an evacuation warning.
An urgent voice on the other end of the phone said, “your house is on fire—you’d better get over here, NOW!”
A few minutes later I found myself standing across the street from my home, watching helplessly as voracious flames consumed the roof.
The firefighters valiantly fought the blaze, preventing it from completely destroying the structure. But what remained was damaged severely by heat, smoke and water.
For the first time in my life, I was confronted with sudden disaster, devastation, and displacement.
There’s been a lot of that going around lately. Perhaps like me, you’ve felt heart-sick over the string of calamities the past few weeks . . . hurricanes, wildfires, and earthquakes.
How do we recover when a major storm sweeps through our lives?