On the Seventh anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, we found ourselves in the middle of another named storm. Isaac blew in with category 1 force winds and didn’t want to leave. In fact I hear another band of rain falling on the church office roof now, as I type this. We have power; and a good bit of clean-up ahead of us. Nothing even close to Katrina, but I’m sure most folks would rather be doing something else for labor day weekend.
On the church property we had a few trees fall, it looks like we lost quonsett hut Mark, the tarp blew off the roof of the ark, the bunk house fans are toast, some of the screen blew out of the kitchen, the church banner from the metal building probably is in the Kiln somewhere, and we have limbs all over the place. Other than that, and a few other things, everything seems fine. I need to do a little more reconnaissance and start prioritizing the clean-up and repairs.
I can not tell you how comforting it is that we have so many friends from across the country keeping us in prayer in times like these. Thank you so much.