Though we are preparing for more rain today, we’ve begun the work of recovery after this past week’s floods.
A few sunny days helped us shake off the shock of the slow-motion disaster and find our footing in normalcy. The waters have slowly crept back into their creek beds, and the ground water table has been inching back to where it ought to be, as well.
But Floating Axe Farm is a bit of a mess. What you forget about flooding is that after the flood itself subsides, there is massive cleanup to be done. Like a thick coating of silt that has to be swept or, in some places, shoveled. Or scars in the ground itself, reminders of the desperate battle to keep the house dry, that need to be repaired.
Tools that must be cleaned up and put away, or cleaned up and returned to their owners.
There are hearts that have been bruised a bit as well. Children who wonder if they will have to leave for Grandpa and Grandma’s house again this weekend, since it’s supposed to rain.
And children who are just learning the rhythm of the earth, and how cycles are just… cyclical. And that’s no reason to lose trust or confidence in this little piece of land.
Slowly, bit by bit, we’re moving past what was and into what’s next.
And relying on the promise that God is, as always, good.