Dear God, you there? It's me, Texas.
While people say to me all day long, “Where is your God? “These things I remember as I pour out my soul: Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him my Savior and my God.-Psalm 42 As I sit here listening and staring at the rain. I can’t help but remember those frightful nights from Hurricane Ike. It is sort of a PTSD; I have from hearing lightening and thundering. I sleep with one eye open to make sure no water is coming in. Every gush of wind I hear, praying that it will not bring down any tree in my house again. The flashbacks I get from seeing my walls torn down and narrowing escaping the celling coming down on me because I wanted to save every little thing I could. But I hear that voice, that is so quick to calm me down. Child, do not be afraid. I am with you. It gets me to think how many people are wondering: Where is God? Where is this ...