White curtains blowing
through open windows
lined with bent
metal frames,
Two partially bricked walls
standing firmly
against nature's elements.
Bright green walls
painted with a promise.
And hope lives here.
In the midst of the discarded
the forgotten
and the lost,
A
single
shard
of
truth..
God is hope.
And HOPE lives here!
Even though Joplin is only an hour away, Mark and I got our first look at the devastation last Sunday. After two months it is still a lot for one to take in. We had excellent tour guides who could tell us what was before and how it compares to now. I resisted taking pictures of the misery that the community of Joplin deals with each moment of every day. I only took four. On Tuesday of this week, this post came to me all at once and I wrote it down quickly and added two of my photos. By grace alone our Joplin neighbors make it through each day. They are a witness and testimony of hope. To read more click here, it is a blog of one family living day by day in hope.
