peps watchin

Just sitting here in the lobby of the Hilton downtown Houston watchin the peps go about their business. It is not your usual Hilton crowd. They have the business class peps here, and the relaxing come to the spa and shop to ya drop crowd. But then you have the beer drinkin, cusin, torn up tee shirts with provocative sayings on them mixing in with all the others. You see since the hurricane Houston has needed the help of outsiders. I see an attitude of gratefulness coming from the class of people that if the tree toppers, lineman, construction crews, were to come in here any other time of year, they would not be welcome. You see fellowship is always needed and sometimes welcomed.

God's Fury

Why do they always call natural disasters " God's Fury?" I am not sure, but I believe that God uses everything for His benefit, whether it be a beautiful sunset or a snowy covered mountain or in this instance a hurricane. I know that I am praying for people I do not even know, there are allot of people staying in this motel from Houston and Galveston areas. They sit here hour after hour just watching and praying that they have a place to call home again, and not knowing if loved ones or pets that are left behind will survive. No telephone or mobile phone service, no one ask, to get answers from, that has to be real scary. I met two young girls around 13 or 14 just sitting on the elevator floor telling each other secrets being normal like young girls do, until I asked them what they had to leave behind, then the fear, concern, anxiety and uncertainty set in. They said pets, friends, their schools, their dads jobs, at this point I realized these two young girls would never be the same. Their world as they new it was gone, all the innocence we grow up with, was stripped from them. The look in their eyes told me that they never get that back.
Now all of the sudden my mission and reason for being here seems rather small and inconsequential. Going to Houston tomorrow to do assessments on banks is a crucial necessity, but now I can also be a link to a world that all these people here can not see or understand yet. I took the two girls addresses and told them that I would do what I could do to look at their homes while I am down there, if I was near them. All of the sudden they started to cry and thank me, a conversation of approximately five minutes seemed to bring them some hope, joy and peace. Thank you Jesus for showing me that there is more than just doing my job to the best of my ability. I will try to blog later as the week goes on and include pictures.