Onions. I never liked them anyways.

my story (1)

Once again, I had placed my expectations on something other than God. Interestingly, we all do. We hope for the things of this world to satisfy. Success. Power. Influence. Approval. Just to name a few. We may believe in God at one level, but at a deeper level still, we do not. Rather than trusting in God, we readily make do all alone. Dig in a little deeper. Muster up some self-will.

Like layers of an onion being peeled back, God was revealing to me what was at my core. With each layer being removed, it hurt. It was difficult and pain-staking. Only until God placed me in a situation that was too big did I begin to see things from His eyes. I didn’t realize how I had failed to trust in God. How I was holding back pieces of me. But it’s true, I had.

God doesn’t want our leftover pieces. He wants our all.

Over the next few days, I would awake barely to put one foot in front of the other. We had no power and yet, had to stay put because gasoline was now in short supply. With a little ingenuity, I cooked what was in the freezer on an outside grill. However, I knew we would not be able to eat food from the refrigerator for much longer. It would quickly spoil.

“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.” Hebrews 10:23

Out of nowhere, you could see glimpses of God’s mercy. His presence was apparent when I opened my eyes to behold. One day I began to clean up the yard and a friend from Houston drove down to check on me. He brought the kids and I lunch and stayed around to drag the rubbish from the yard. The next day, God provided another. One after another, friends and family stopped by to lend a helping hand. My brother and friend hauled out carpet ruined by the storm and pulled down broken rafters.

By now, neighbors with generators became a hot commodity. The rest of us invited ourselves over. We would hang out for hours. Chatting and laughing and sharing stories of pure dread. The kids ran amok playing games. We were driven to the outdoors. Something beautiful was happening here. Community was being born.