Shortly after moving to Texas, this area was hit by a hurricane. San Antonio and surrounding were supposed to be hammered. But the storm stalled on the coast sparing us, but pummeling them. Some of the worst flooding in American history took place. And that left us with many opportunities to serve and to help.
Luckily we belong to a National(International really) Church. Almost immediately people started to plan, organize, and strategize clean up and relief efforts. Our family was lucky enough, and gritty enough to help for more than the next month, spending our weekends traveling 1-2 hours away to clean flooded, molding, dilapidated, mostly unsalvageable homes. At least by my standards. But alas the human spirit is resilient and people bound together with a common purpose can achieve great things. Many miracles happened and my kids were a part of that. Travis and I were too.
Welcome to Texas...