It's Tuesday, August 29th, as I sit here and write from Conroe, Texas, just 40 miles north of the city I call home. My heart and mind are heavy as I watch from afar the devastation that Hurricane Harvey continues to bring to Houston. My place of residence, along with so many others, has been inundated with water, making it impossible to stay put. I knew my condo in the Heights was too close to White Oak Bayou to stay during the storm, so I left last Thursday and am lucky to have a place with family nearby that I can stay.
But so many were caught off guard by the flooding and so many don't have a place to go. As the whole city prays and waits for the water to go down and the rain to stop, I'm moved by the people of Houston helping others in this crisis. I see God working through His people in the midst of everything, and it reminds me we can trust Him in all of this. That being said, I can't help but feel a very strong desire to go and aid my fellow Houstonians during this tragedy -- even a sense of guilt that I am not there to help. But with I-45 flooded I am unable to get back to Houston, so all I can do is wait and pray while reality begins to set in on what has happened to my beloved city.
The bottom right corner of the complex where my condo is. To the left you see what is the very top of the car port.
Below are pictures a neighbor sent me of my front door. You can see the water line.