A to Z Challenge:
ABC's of My Life...
The tornadoes that devastated parts of North Carolina have touched home; a family that attends my school, Holly Grove Elementary School has lost their residence to the grip of destruction of the storm.
I know KA, a fifth grader who is quick with a smile as she stops by my room frequently to bid good morning or to offer a swift, ‘Have a good evening! ‘ as she passes through. Her fourth grade sister KE is quieter with watchful eyes and a joyous spirit.
As my son and I were driving to the house for an organized clean up he said it best when he announced, ‘It’s Good Friday and we are doing something good!’ Indeed we are, Nicholas, yes we are- as I knew he struggled within his twelve year old mind to make sense of the annihilation of a family’s sense of security and safety within this vast world; a planet that doesn’t at all times offer its finest and on occasion appears vastly unfair.
Upon arrival, cleaning was already in motion as chainsaws reverberated in the air, and community members from our school as well as their church and many more whom I didn’t know their affiliation, although it didn’t matter. I gazed for my place to commence as we fell in line hauling; we carried and carted downed limbs to the roadside; strength and determination my ally by thoughts of selfishness such as thank God this wasn’t my house!
KA wanted me to view the small closet her family hovered to ride out the tornado as a different task was to remove salvageable items to a POD for storage as the family stays with a teacher, her husband and two sons who have opened their home for these displaced individuals. Carolyn is gracious, loving and reacted to a calling.
An occasional conversation with a friend, neighbor or co-worker that shared information or a story; one being that the horses from the field next door sensed the storm and went to the back of the pasture and lay down with their back to the fierce winds; God truly embedded a protection instinct within. There are three horses that are still missing. We spoke of close calls (from a previous post) and shared experiences of that memorable day last Saturday when the storms prevailed --embedded in our minds and hearts. We made and deepened connections as we spoke of God’s love and work in motion on that Good Friday.
Three hours later our work terminated as the rains poured. Driving home, once again my son spoke prolific thoughts; those drops were tears of God but joyous that we appeared together as a community to lend a hand in time of need.
“I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live.”
by George Bernard Shaw