I guess that's called perspective.
My children have learned how to use their hands and hearts to bring comfort to those whose material possessions were tossed to the wind. My community has learned that we are each other's the greatest source of strength and hope, and that those material possessions aren't as important as they seemed.
We've laughed and loved. We've ensured no one goes without. We've turned strangers into lifelong friends. And we are currently holding Alabama in our prayers as we strategize how to get our surplus relief donations into the hands of the people there.
Our hearts cracked wide open, but rather than bleed with loss, we've packed those open spaces with more love than I could've thought possible. From loss and fear has bloomed strength that knows we can get through anything so long as we have each other.
***This post is part of Wordful Wednesday.***