Katrina

I woke up around 3:30 this morning and my mind went immediately to the images I've watched the last few days showing the destruction in New Orleans and the coast of Mississippi.

I was sleeping comfortably on a pillow-top king sized bed; thousands will be, at best, sleeping on cots with thousands of their 'closest' friends. My refrigerator is full; thousands of homes sit with flood waters to the rafters and food rotting everywhere. I was able to buy gas on the way to work at $2.75 a gallon; tens of thousands have no fuel, power, phones at any price. I have a job and a paycheck; millions will be affected as businesses, jobs, customers all are gone.

The stress of life as a refugee with little hope is heartbreaking. Tears well up in my eyes at the disaster, at the individual stories, at the pleading calls for help. They need the calvary NOW! Water, food, medical supplies and a way out.

Questions of God's sovereignty rattle inside my brain. Why? How? Why not?

Our check to the Red Cross is on the way, but that seems so inadequate.