The Other Dimension. Part 7. When The World Prays, God Listens.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
It was the hurricane season, and hurricanes were being born left , and right out in the ocean. Something went very wrong. They just kept coming , and coming and our country , and our state of Louisiana constantly seemed to be their target.
I spent that entire season praying to God every day for those hurricanes not to hit us, or anyone that year. Maybe prayers all over our country helped because they did not touch our country, or my state because wind sheers formed to sweep them away before they reached the coast lines. Were they the work of God ? I believe they were.
I believe that when the world prays, God listens.
Hurricane Katrina was a nightmare, and another story. What went wrong I do not know. I sat in a folding chair holding my cat Whitey in my arms. The heat from the aftermath made me delirious , and my arms, and hands floated in my own delirious horrible nightmare. All I could do was to pray for mercy, and hope that I might die quickly. I suffered with high blood pressure, and took heavy medications for it. The heat wave following Katrina killed people all over Louisiana , and Mississippi. The electric was out. The heat just came in on people, the elderly, ill, and sick, and killed them.
I made Joann take Becky out of our house trailer, and to go for safety in a sheltered brick home of a relative that had a generator to cool everyone with fans. I stayed home in my house trailer with our cats. I could not leave them. I loved them too much. I chose to die with them if necessary.
Poor little Whitey was breathing with his mouth open. The heat was killing him, and I. I kept losing my conscious mind in a delirious swimming floating different world in my chair. My entire back was covered by large black splotches. Never in my life had I ever been in such a horror in a madness of heat. I lost my consciousness while I sat there crying over Whitey. I loved Whitey so much. Poor little Whitey could not stand up. I prayed hard for God's help, and the door opened, and Joann walked in. Whitey stretched his little neck to look around with his only one good eye. Whitey only had one eye. In his old age, his other eye went blind. I could never leave God's creatures behind in the heat. Never could I abandon the hearts I love.
I yelled out for Joann to hear me. I said, " Get out of here. It is too hot. You will die. For God's sake get out. " I must have been losing my mind because Joann was just fine. It was only Whitey, and I that were so sick.
Joann came over to me with a cold rag with cool water. I told her to take care of Whitey first so she gave me a glass of very cold water, and some ice, and she took Whitey in her arms, his limp little body, and brought him outside on our porch, and refreshed him back to health by cooling him off. That no good storm Hurricane destroyed our little Flower, our handmade gift shop. It literally tore the roof to pieces. We lost part of our montly income. Our entire yard was in shambles. I cursed the demons that killed so many wonderful people.
My suffering was nothing in comparison to what happened to many many thousands of homelessl people, a thousand , or more of whom died in our state, and many more that suffered great traumas over that Hurricane.
When our lights returned I cried for thousands of people in New Orleans, Texas, and in Mississippi. The tears in my eyes just rained in a flood of emotions. Why Oh Why did that happen !
Maybe the miracle was that it all brought millions of people together in our country. Maybe it was all the love, and kindness shown to us by the President of the United States, and the movie stars Like Brad Pitt that picked up hammers and nails to rebuild homes, and for our government to rescue so many lives with the coast guard, and The Red Cross. There he was , Brad Pitt with a hammer, and nails, a millionaire movie star helping to build a home for someone who lost one.
People came to my house. I was sitting in our yard with my crutches beside me. A family in a van bailed out of their van to bring me ice, cold water, and food for us all. All I could do was cry like a child I was so happy and thankful to those people for the good they did for so many souls.
It has been many years , and I am still cleaning up the damage of fallen trees on our family property while I try to walk with walking canes, and crutches.
Now I will pray again, as another Hurricane season is upon us, and the heat is coming of our soon summer.
God Bless Everyone.