Last night we had the potential to have more storms. Severe thunderstorm warning, tornado watch. Since the tragedy of Joplin I just can't stop thinking about displaced , or hurt or killed children. My heart hurts so bad.
So last night when it started up again, I kept trying to keep myself occupied because I am my father's daughter and when I lay my head down, I am asleep. I was afraid I wouldn't hear the sirens. I laid in bed wishing I had a king size bed so I could bring Emery in to sleep with us. (Eladie is still in the pack-n-play in our room.)
I think I only felt that way because we are only 43 miles east of Joplin and the tornado hit so close to home this time. Tragedy never hits so close. But this time it did. We had debris in our yard from Joplin.
I had never thought of this until my parents mentioned it to me last night: "If the sirens go off and you go to your shelter, put Eladie in the body carrier and tie Emery to you."
Oh my goodness.
But the real-life, personal stories are so heart breaking.
Our church, First Baptist, had partnered up with Forest Park Baptist Church in Joplin. (Fun fact: We were the runner up for the Student Minister job there before we moved to Texas...) They are now a Red Cross Emergency Shelter and they have at least 20 church families whose homes were destroyed. Ryan has been to Joplin twice delivering water, diapers, baby blankets and on Friday he is delivering sandwiches that FBC is making to feed the people staying at the Forest Park.
Continue to keep the people of Joplin, the emergency workers and volunteers in your prayers. They desperately need it.
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