Now it is time to wait. The first pictures are coming out about damage in our area. Bridge City is under water, as well as Orange. Nederland photos show some damage to Philpott motors and the Old Fellowship Baptist building on 27th. Moderate wind damage to say the least. There is nothing like seeing pictures of significantwind damage and then wondering about our own house and church. Memories of Hurricane Rita are pretty fresh in my memory. The aftermath and clean-up from Rita reminds me of the blood, sweat and tears we had after we returned home. There is an anxious feeling about what to expect when you get back. You hope for the best but brace for the worst.
The worst part of the whole process is the feeling of displacement. Although we are at our families house, we are still not at home. We would go back to Houston to wait it out with my parents so we could be closer to home, but Houston is still reeling from the storm. Not to mention, my parents had a tree limb fall through their roof and rain poured into one of the rooms. Power in all of our communities will be off for at least a week. We anxiously await the approval to come home.
I wonder what it was like for the Israelites to “wander” in the wilderness for 40 years with no place to call home. We are going on a week and I am ready to find “home” again. All in all, this is kind of a picture of the believer’s life on earth. This earth is not our true home. We are only pilgrims and sojourners going through a temporary land. This life is temporary and we wait for a permanent home in Heaven. A believer should at times feel displaced in this life, because we know that we have yet to find our true home.