Friday, May 6, 2016

A storm

Last night we had a big storm. It hit at 3:30 am when we were all tucked safely in our beds. It was strong enough to be intense even from inside a concrete building. Water and wind were finding their way inside, and we are sealed pretty tight as far as houses go.

We bowed down low to pray for the poor that live all around us. Their houses are made of bamboo and tarp. 

When we went out this morning to see what the light would show, there were 2 concrete walls that had blown over in our complex, tree limbs scattered everywhere, signs had come off buildings, and several billboards were literally shredded. 

As we drove around, we noticed that almost all of the tents, small tin stores and carts that are literally the daily bread of the poor in our neighborhood...they were hardly damaged. Our brother went over to check on a slum nearby, and their houses had withstood the storm. There was a lot of drying out to do, but it could have been so much worse. 

It's a small thing and it can hardly be assessed with accuracy. But I have walked around all day, marveling at God's provision for so many of the poor in our city last night. 

And as a major bonus, the lakes that were almost dry have water again. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So amazed to read about His provision. What a strong testimony.

staceyB J