Good morning, et cetera/ wherever you are, dear Reader, and welcome to this insignificant little American blog. You and I are so very, very fortunate, aren't we? Here we sit, breathing in and out: ALIVE. So many who saw yesterday did not live to see this day; and, I say that not to frighten you so much or bum you out, but to help (us all) hopefully be more aware of life's temporal, fragile nature.
The sunrise was splendid, and for those few magical moments, Heaven peeked at us through the clouds, lighting them up in glowing, living shades of pinks, yellows, orange! And I was fortunate enough to see it with these very (grateful) eyes.
Today's Proverb was all about adultery (again) and, that's fine - feel free to read it yourself, it certainly won't harm you if you do - but the people affected by the catastrophic act of God flooding in Texas the other day, they weigh heavy on my heart and mind since hearing of those events. And, I remembered this perfect Gary Chapman song that, though he wrote and performed it in the 90's, just fits their sad, inexplicable situation eerily well. Here's the audio (video, technically) and the lyrics will follow. Please, if you pray, keep them in your prayers, and thank you so much.
Here it is:
There is a river runnin’ through this town
It carries the water
There isn’t any way to slow it down
Or make it stop
I was a baby when the big bridge fell
So I don’t remember
But I have listened to the stories well
And so I know
They were falling to the surface
They were calling to their God
And their cry was
Sweet Jesus, please won’t you catch us, save us
Sweet Jesus, please won’t you hear us crying
There was a family in a house that night
They were dreamin’ peaceful
They didn’t know the river’s risin’ might
It caught them all
An eighty-year-old man said he would save his child
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