My week started out in Colorado and South Dakota where, although I looked for corners, they were decidedly lacking.
The landscape was more about wide open spaces and meandering trails.
And this kind of unique traffic jam, definitely not like the ones most of us are accustomed to on the corners of our cities.
No horns honking here and no corners to be found for miles around.
When I returned home Hurricane Harvey was about to bear down on Houston where my son and daughter-in-law live with their three children. Thankfully they had the foresight to send the kids our way with their other grandma before the storm hit. Our son is a firefighter there so as a first responder, he stayed to work shifts, living at the engine house after being cut off from his neighborhood. His wife stayed also, alone in their new home, determined to try to keep the water from entering their front door.
Both worked tirelessly for days as the water obliterated all signs of familiar street corners.
Here in Shreveport we surrounded their children with love, lit candles for their parents and prayed often for all those affected by this unprecedented flood.
And this precious little girl knew exactly where to go when she was worried for her parents.
So yes, not many corners in my life this week, but lots of love, lots of prayer, and much thankfulness that the water didn’t breach their home, in addition to hope, that my son will make it back into his neighborhood today so he and his wife can turn their efforts to helping their immediate neighbors.
So many people lost everything and must now turn a new corner as they try to rebuild their lives.