|Rubble at Joplin|
Tragedy is a curious thing. It strikes when and where it will. Wily weather, despite our best efforts to predict and prepare for it, continues to escape our control and routinely leaves us reeling, unable to fathom the how or why, trying to pick up where we left off, finding it gone forever.
Joplin, the tornado destroyed more than 7,000 houses, killed more than 160 people and injured many more.
beloved dog come to mind.
sphere of influence, out of your control? Or is it too easy to get mired down in the details, the “ifs” and “buts” that eventually come out to play with victims’ peace of mind?
even, with none of the ferocity of that day in May.
I am grateful. Not for tragedies and the bad things that will always happen, but for the days of lightly falling snowflakes, blazing sun, and everything between.