...is pretty much what I feel today. My town has experienced a devastating flood. The reports said something about 10-12 inches of rain in just a matter of hours.
On Saturday, May 1st, I got a message on facebook to come to the church because it had been flooded. They were calling for volunteers to come help clean it up. By the time we got it mostly clean, and they told us that the insurance company had professional help on the way, I decided we ought to go check my in-laws empty rental, just in case. I wasn't surprised to find water in it. Shawn stayed there while I went to pick up his mother, who is in town supervising the repairs from the damage done by the broken water pipe. On the way to get her, I got my first look at the water level. Already a trailer park and the funeral home and everything in between was neck-deep in water. People were being rescued by boat.
And that was BEFORE the levee broke.
And BEFORE the Loosahatchie River overflowed its banks.
And BEFORE the water crested.
Thankfully, the only room that got wet in my MIL's house has a tile floor and the water was easily removed.
The rest of the town wasn't so lucky. The military housing was evacuated.
The trailer park was evacuated.
Several whole neighborhoods were evacuated.
Houses were destroyed.
Things were destroyed.
Possessions were ruined and lost.
People were in shock.
But not one life in Millington was lost.
I can't even say that without crying.
My church opened its doors to the Red Cross and became a shelter. The staff and the membership began pouring out love for our town. Other churches, restaurants, and businesses stepped up. The donations came flooding in, and I don't use that word lightly. There were mountains of clothes, shoes, household items, personal items, cleaning supplies, and everything and anything you can imagine.
And then there was the organizing. This is NOT my strong suit. I am a worker bee. A very good worker bee, but not an organizer. Organizers just amaze me. There were SO many ladies and children everywhere sorting, folding, organizing all the donations, organizing the people and what their needs were, then helping those people by filling orders for all the things they needed.
The whole operation was organized chaos, at best, but the love was overwhelmingly evident.
It isn't over, as the cleaning teams are still out there helping clean out the mess, which could take months, and people are still without homes, but the crisis has been met with confidence and God's love.
One of the flood victims who sings in my choir gave a very moving testimony which I will never forget, and I still hear that little song in my mind...
"This little light of mine...
I'm gonna let it shine...."