I stayed up until sometime after 1am to watch the water. Even with the crest prediction being lowered, I wanted to be cautious. I gave my auntie one last call to let her know that we were okay and headed to bed.
My whole house shook from the banging. I rolled off the bed, landed on the dog, and knocked off my lamp as I staggered to the door.
“GET IN THE TRUCK!” Katie’s uncle roared when I finally managed to open it.
“Damn crazy fool, your house is gonna flood! It’s getting up to 26 feet, now get in the damned truck! Where’s my niece?”
He had apparently stressed his entire shift over the earlier crest predictions and raced to our house the moment his shift was over. It took thirty minutes and a phone call to the police to reassure him that the river was cresting and that we were going to be okay.
It was a hairy thirty minutes. For a time there we thought he was going to forcefully carry us out of the house!
It’s nice to be so loved.
I’ve had friends, neighbors, and relatives calling and visiting since this hit the news. I’ve received messages from near and far. The outpouring of concern and support even in the midst of this pandemic has been amazing.
I find it beautiful, and I am immensely grateful.
Today I am sharing a photograph that was taken as I stood at my front gate this morning. It looks scary but we are one of the lucky ones. Just up the street, cars are partially under water, streets are closed, and houses are surrounded.
So life is good in my tiny Kentucky town. It may still be a bit crazy, but life is still good.
I’m still a bit tired after staying up late, getting awakened, then climbing back out of bed again early this morning to monitor the water, so today will be a day of rest.
Even more importantly, today is a day of gratitude.
No matter how bad things get, there is always something to be thankful for. Those are the blessings that give us the hope that will carry us through.
What are you grateful for today? Please share your stories in the comments below. We will all be thankful together.