Mobile got hit too

Kind of on a whim, I left home Sunday afternoon and headed over to Mobile, AL (my hometown) to help my aunt clean out her house and garage after being flooded during Hurricane Katrina. She lives on a small creek that's an offshoot of Dog River on Mobile Bay. Apparently the storm surge pushed the water up into the river and creeks. The water got up to 4 feet in her house and almost 6 ft in her detached garage. She rode out the storm floating in a boat in her neighbors' carport across the street. Not many people evacuated from that area. They never expected it to be that bad. So, I spent the time chopping up fallen trees and removing water-logged stuff from the house and garage. She's got a long road ahead and I wish I could've done more. I got home after midnight last night and am feeling pretty tired today, but I certainly, certainly can't complain. We get so insulated when our lives head at a constant pace for a long stretch of time. Then God reminds us of our need for Him and each other, sometimes in a devastating and powerful way.