There’s no other word to describe my persona for the last few days with news of the Texas floods that wasted over my mind as surely as it washed over Texas. Shaken by thoughts of small children joyfully experiencing one of the stable summertime ritual of camp. Shaken by story after story of both heroes and victims thrust into something unexpected. Shaken by thoughts of the many weeks when I was that camper and also that counselor.
But, most of all, shaken by my immediate questions aimed at God. Why God? As if I needed someone to blame for something so tragic. Why?
In my saner, rational reveries, I realize that my faith in the giver and sustainer of life allows that question. Is my faith in God shaken? No. I am shaken by thoughts of my inability to handle what families are having to deal with today.
Today my prayer shall be for God”s eternal love to give comfort and strength to people probably shouting out to the heavens “Why!”
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