The irony was not lost on me this morning as I uploaded photos of my garden from Wednesday morning that the same nature I was showing as beautiful had produced a storm cell which was in the process of killing hundreds of my countrymen. I was watching the news as I wrote the poem around the images and praying. We were under a tornado watch, but as a state South Carolina was blessed to not have a lot of the tornadoes—a few, but my area wasn’t affected. I did walk out in the storm overnight, to look, because it seemed so creepy. I could see the trees whipping and the wind gusting, but the air felt clammy and still. It was very eerie and my intuition was telling ‘get back inside!’ Of course, I’d locked myself out of the house by accident so I had to walk around the house in bare feet to accomplish that.
I just wanted to offer my condolences and prayers for any and all families affected by last night’s violent storms. I think that’s all I can say because I’ve not been in your shoes. I tried to think of something profound to share, but I just thought about how trite the ‘profound’ seems when you’re facing tragedy and couldn’t do it. Just know you have my love, and I pray you’ll let God comfort you. He’s excellent at that, if you turn to Him.
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort; who comforteth us in all our affliction, that we may be able to comfort them that are in any affliction, through the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.” 2 Corinthians 1:3-4