Wreaths for Recovery
A week ago today, my parents back home in Louisiana called me while I was at a soccer tournament and told me the neighborhood was flooding. They texted photos, and it didn't look good. Our home had never flooded--not through Andrew, Gustav or Katrina. So why should it flood now? They were in disbelief too, until the water started coming in so fast all they could do was call for help, which came in the form of a boat right up to the front door. Twenty-six inches of rain fell over a four-day stretch. To put it in perspective, the average US city gets about 37 inches of rain a year.
A week after the Great Flood of 2016, my parents and sister are safe but exhausted. The long process of recovering from a flood is ugly, smelly, backbreaking work where you measure your progress by the size of the pile on the road. That's your life out there moldering on the side of the road. But it's not really your life, and that's the awful beauty of your situation. Sweated down, dirty, and teary-eyed, you know in your bones that life is much more than the sum of your things. It can't be defined by what has happened to you. You are gutted, but you are a survivor.
We are all surviving something. And that's the other beautiful thing. Disaster reminds us we are all in this together. Help is flooding in to my hometown in the form of BBQ sandwiches, mop buckets, and clean-up crews. Amazon prime never seemed so sweet and so are the folks filling wish lists. I've fired up the hot glue gun and started making wreaths--every one I sell will go to help family, friends and neighbors rebuild. Pricing starts at $58 or a 24'' wreath and $78 for a 28" wreath. Custom orders welcomed. Email me if you are interested.
Do small things with great love and pray for God to bless your efforts. That's what Honeysuckle House is all about and I really appreciate your help.