This whole situation with the storms has made me feel a little helpless.
Not because I feel more vulnerable knowing what could happen.
Not because I have loved ones who have lost property or loved ones of their own.
But because I can't physically help.
OK, maybe if we weren't on such a shoestring budget I could help financially, or go buy things that are being requested. And I fully intend to do some cleaning out for clothes and toys and such to donate to those who lost what they had. But it kills me to not be able to leave and go where volunteers are needed for clean up, for searching, for something that needs doing. With three small children, one of them nursing, and no one to help me with them, I know it is next to impossible for me to do that right now. And I know how important it is for me to take care of them. And I am sure there will be opportunities for me to help in future times (although I pray not to this scale). But that doesn't stop it from being frustrating. I see Jeremy going out every day working. Granted, it is part of his job as an excavation worker, and most of the stuff around here is relatively minor - trees down, a few trees on houses or buildings and such - but he is still out there doing something. Grrrrr.......
At least I can sit here and pray.
Hi, Corri Beth! I saw your comment on a Cloth Diaper Whisperer blog and hopped over when I saw a fellow North Alabaman. I feel the same way! We're on a pretty tight budget, and I would LOVE to donate my time, but I'm having a hard time figuring out how with my little one to take care of. If my back could handle it, I'd throw him up in a wrap and help clean up or something similar. I hate feeling like I'm just sitting around in my own world while people not even two miles north of me have lost everything.
ReplyDeleteHey! I just now got your comment, for some reason. I know exactly how you feel. It has been so heartbreaking.
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