It's dry, hot, and well... dry. We have no grass in our yard. Just dirt with a few drought resistant weeds that are sucking up what little water there is. hundred year old trees are dying from lack of water. The ground is cracked and brittle. I believe someone said that the top 4-6 inches of soil are completely cooked - meaning that even when we get rain, there are no nutrients left in which to grow anything. It's bad.
We moved here last November from Colorado. This morning I spent an hour on the internet looking at all the devastation that is going on there due to the massive flood conditions. They are calling it a 100-year flood. We lived in Colorado for years - it never flooded. The last flood on record was in 1999. The worst flood on record was in 1976 - that flood killed over 130 people. The current flood conditions have already surpassed those condition, thankfully only three have died.
It's surreal to sit here praying for rain to come to Texa, and for it to stop raining in Colorado.
It's surreal to look at the footage of the trails we use to hike on, streets we use to drive on, and buildings we use to go to, being swept away by rushing water.
It's surreal to know my friends and church family are stranded in their mountain homes, while we can come and go freely.
It's surreal - but I have to trust in God, the Creator of Heaven and Earth. I have to trust that He has a plan, and that it is for the best.
It's surreal to trust His will, yet pray for the safety of those I love, and the provision for those around me.
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