Hi friends! I have been trying to sit down and post for a while but I have been a little (a lot) distracted by what is going on in my hometown of Houston.
For those of you that don’t know, my family and I grew up mostly overseas and then settled in Katy, Texas in 2001 (with a brief stint in Houston in between). After college I moved back home and then into the big city where I lived until we moved over here. Katy and Houston are the only places I have ever been able to call home, real home. Watching what is happening in both of those places right now is breaking my heart.
Graphic by Cara Carroll via Instagram
These are the types of things you see on TV but never think you will see happen in your own city. It’s eery watching the news and seeing people being rescued in boats along the same road you lived off of. Seeing the streets and landmarks that you know all too well submerged under murky brown waves. Getting an e-mail from our old neighborhood calling on people in boats and kayaks to be on the lookout for looters. Hearing friends and family members stories of wading through chest deep water or being rescued from the front of their houses by volunteers in boats.
And yet here we are on the other side of the world unable to do anything to help, unable to hug our family and friends around the neck and tell them how thankful we are that they are safe.
At the same time that I am fighting tears hearing the most tragic stories, I am also so, so, so proud to be a Texan. Watching the way people are coming together regardless of their differences is heart warming. Hearing people who came from other states to help comment on the warmth and love of our city fill me with so much pride. Just a week ago I was watching the news from the US shaking my head wondering how everything has gotten so out of hand and how hate seems to be winning. I think Texas is showing the world that love can win. There is still a long road ahead, but if everyone will just continue to love each other like Jesus loves us, I think we just might be alright.
For those of you wondering or asking about our families, we have one family member’s house that was badly flooded but everyone is safe. Our old neighborhood in Katy is underwater, but luckily my parents current neighborhood stayed very dry. Tav’s family in Victoria had some damage to their office but there homes are safe and they have power again. Some of our friends were not as lucky. The neighborhood where they live (and where we owned our house) looks something like Venice. Keep up the prayers and doing what you can. If you haven’t seen this video yet, you might want to have a kleenex handy.
On a lighter note, this is what we have been up to since all of our visitors have returned home. We spend most of our time chasing this little rugrat around now that her preferred method of travel is running. Speaking of running, last Sunday Travis and I completed our 4th annual 10k. We both ran the Bridge to Brisbane this year and left the little one at home with a friend.Not so fun was Leighton’s first experience (and hopefully last) of hand, mouth and foot. Luckily she only got the bumps in a couple places and never had the uncomfortable mouth sores. After a few days, she was back to her normal self and herregular activities, including destroying the house.
That’s all for now, folks. I still have quite a few of our adventures (including New Zealand) to share with y’all. So hopefully I will get to writing those posts soon. Have a great weekend and hug your loved ones tight.