There is life after the storm.

It was hard to see it then, when I worked in a gutted house, bleaching studs against future mold, when I impatiently learned how to sheetrock and mud and sand (and how not to), when I found out the company no longer carried the particular stain of my kitchen cabinets, and when the county struck our water line when clearing away refuse from our front yard.

It was hard to see it then, when my son commented to my husband, sometime after the storm, how a day had finally passed when he hadn’t thought about hurricane Katrina.

It was hard to see it then, when we were still finishing up some of the work, years later, so we could rent out the house.

But now, ten years later, I can see it clearly.  There is life after the storm.  Our older two children grew up and pursued their own careers in the military.  One married and has given us a beautiful granddaughter.  The youngest is in his senior year of high school and looking at colleges for next year.  And my husband and I continue to be amazed at the incredible place the Lord has moved us and the opportunities he has given us.

Just like the rainbow after the flood, God promises life after the storm.

In the life that follows, although different than before, we can have hope, because God really does work all things for good of those who love Him.

Grace & Peace