So the title doesn't make sense at all, however, it does at the same time. New Orleans is still recovering from the effects of Hurricanes Katrina and other recent storms. It is also a place of constant turmoil. Families deal with violence in and around their lives, poverty in excess, no one knowing where to get help or who to trust. Then there are those that know where to look. Life is hard but worth fighting for. We know that God has a plan and can see anyone through any situation. But the humanity of myself struggles to find the right words to provide comfort. Knowing that God has equipped me, and my co-workers/friends/BFH family to provide such comfort, allows me to feel a peace and at home with those I meet.
Living with 15 other people and working with 30+ girls this summer, I don't feel as though I live with strangers. It's odd. I just met new people in the past few weeks and it feels like we all belong here together. I'm sure that is a strange concept for people but for me, it's home. I don't know how else to explain it. It can get chaotic, but not in a bad way....for me it's a 'normal way.' There are times it gets too crazy and I need to breath air not in the building, but I always come back and feel at....home. There are no other words to describe it. We encourage each other and are a family.
We went down to Grand Isle this past Saturday. The water was strangely quiet. We saw the oil floating, not as bad as one would think, the workers are doing a great job of cleaning it up.....it was just calm. A thing that has destroyed the lively-hood of so many caused a great calm over the waters. There wasn't much wildlife. What we did see practiced caution in and around the water. There world is chaotic, though one would never know unless we really looked hard. I guess our lives are very similar...........
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