I was going through my closet over the weekend, cleaning out clothes that I know I'll never wear again, but someone who has no clothes may be happy to have. My friend Tam's church group was collecting clothes for the victims of the Yazoo City tornado. It felt great to not only give my closet some breathing space, but to know that someone will benefit from the clothes my butt is too big to squeeze into.
Alot of folks in Yazoo City and other areas where the huge tornado hit last weekend lost everything. I can't imagine. As I continue my quest to pair down my life, getting rid of the clutter and things that just don't have a place in my life, I can't help but think about those who lost everything in the blink of an eye. They had no choice about what went and what stayed. The furious winds of the tornado swooped everything thing up at once and now those folks are having to rebuild their lives.
Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ. --Galatians 6:2
It's no wonder Mother Nature is pissed. Look at what's happening on the Gulf Coast with the oil spill. So sad...but I don't understand how people can so quickly turn on BP with such hatred. Sure, someone was negligent, but no one had a problem with the offshore oil wells when all was going well...as long as they had gas at the pumps to put into their cars. It seems to me that when disaster happens, people are quick to lay blame. I believe we are all responsible...the desires of consumers drives the manufacturers.
Many feel a sense of helplessness, but I guess I have more of a Pollyanna attitude. I'm determined to see the bright side of life. And there is plenty to see. Like friends who have new babies to rock, a happy family, wonderful friends, and so much more. Not that I'm putting my head in the sand and ignoring the natural and man-made disasters. Instead, I am taking the time to pray for those affected, and pray that collectively, we will all make attempts to be more gentle, more kind, more responsible, and more grateful for what we do have.
And in the midst of it all, there are life-affirming events that add joy to our lives. For me, one of those events was watching Nicole dance on Friday night. She participated in the National Dance Week Dance-a-Thon at Belhaven. The event benefited one of her favorite causes, the "Ask for More Arts" program. I felt a tinge of deja vu as I sat in the audience and watched as dancers performed. The program opened with two three-year-old ballerinas. One was a natural, performing all the moves, playing to the audience, while the other spent her time on stage planning her escape. We were treated to ballet, hip hop, salsa, Irish dancing, tap and Nicole's interpretive dance, performed to Talamieka Brice's spoken word--a poem she wrote about Nicole's accident and recovery. Powerful, beautiful and moving...
Blessings to all who read this!