Could I pack my lifetime of possessions into a car and evacuate in three hours?

In the two years since my husband Bill died, I felt comfort in the memories that dwelled within these walls. I had been thinking about passing these treasures on to my children. Now I had to quickly decide what to take with me and what to leave behind possibly to be consumed by floodwaters.

When the levee broke, I was in my car full of treasured possessions. Raging water engulfed the car, forcing its way inside. As water reached my rib cage, I remembered, “Fear not, for I am with three.” I calmly dialed 911, called family to say “I love you,” and escaped through a window. Rescuers saved two scrapbooks and some family portraits. I watched my car and its contents disappear underwater.

Days later, I entered my house and was devastated by the sight and smell. Floodwater destroyed everything on my main floor, including treasures saved for my children. My church for more than 50 years, St. James United Methodist, was now serving the neighborhood from a tent. I witnessed Gold’s plan as faithful volunteers from afar rebuilt my house. I experienced how it felt to be cared for instead of being the caregiver.

When I move back home, I’ll enter through my lovingly restored antique door. Everything inside has changed. Was it losses from the flood, or the flood of emotions from these experiences, that changed me forever?

God, help me make a difference in others’ lives, as so many have touched mine.