It's been a year and I have no words, only fragments of thought that may not make sense to anyone but me:
- When I pass that certain place on the interstate, I still see cars lined up for miles, each one moving so slowly that I could walk faster than they are moving.
- In that same place, I see my son and his buddies splitting off in an opposite direction from me. Something broke in my heart that day and I still feel that splintering.
- It all feels surreal.
- Honestly, there are days when I almost wish I had stayed and been blown away by the damn storm. It might have been easier than facing the "new normal" that all storms bring.
- While waiting to go home, I got so tired of hearing "we''ll come back stronger and better" that I wanted to smash that radio to bits, even though it was our only connection to my home.
- I'm here now, a year later with all my "stuff" intact, but my heart still hurts.
- I strongly dislike "new normals".
And yet, in spite of continuing pain, I would have to agree with the man who prayed this morning:
"Lord, thank You for the joys of this week. And thank you for the trials of this week too, for it is in the trials that we learn perseverance."
I would also add that it is in the trials that we learn the anchor holds.