My heart is breaking all over again, watching the flooding struggles and breaking levees along the Mississippi, because I'm reminded of Katrina. I remember how helpless I felt to do anything, a thousand miles away and clueless about floods, except the only thing I knew to do: pray.
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God” (2 Cor. 1:3-4)
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