The first hurricane I remember knowing about was Hurricane Hugo in 1989. We had only lived in South Carolina a short time and the idea of hurricanes was a new one to this Indiana girl. Watching the news and seeing the projected track, I remember being terrified.
Mom assured me that we lived in the place where people came to take cover. We had no need to be concerned.
She was right.
I don’t know anything about living through a hurricane except what I read and see on TV. But when a hurricane hits the Gulf Coast, I read Megan at Velveteen Mind. She and her family lost everything in Hurricane Katrina exactly seven years ago.
You should probably just go read her now. She writes with courage and explains the storm surge, something I hadn’t thought much about before her post.
As Hurricane Isaac makes landfall, you who live in the Gulf Coast are on our minds and in our prayers. Truly.
Yeah I appreciate my Chicago roots especially when I survived hurricane Andrew as ateenager! Thx for post!!
Yes, praying for those in the gulf coast. I’m off to read Megan’s blog.
You were here during Hugo? Since Hugo we have a huge respect for hurricanes. We spent the night in the hallway of our new home with a seven-month-old baby who couldn’t sleep, no power, flashlights, a battery powered radio, and praying it would end soon! Having the eye pass over was such a relief until we realized we had to go through it all again. We were without power for two days and had to cut our way out of the neighborhood with a chainsaw. We never take hurricanes lightly even though we’re over 100 miles from the coast.
Southern Gal´s last [type] ..Beach Shots
I posted some pictures of a marsh today. We were there last year, and today I’m thinking about and praying not only for the people of that area, but the wildlife as well.
Diane Bailey´s last [type] ..Bless the Children and Animals
I love hurricane season in a weird way (not all of the damage, of course).
There’s something fun about huddling in the house, making sure your candle and water stock is up but knowing you probably won’t need it…
Charleston hardly ever gets hit as much as the gulf coast, though. I’m thankful to be here.
Sarah´s last [type] ..Nowhere but Right Here
In 1989 I lived with my boyfriend and his golden retriever on St. Croix in the U.S. Virgin Islands. We moved there July first. Hugo hit St. Croix September 18th. My life would never be the same.
We had moved the week before Hugo from a hilltop house/apt. which ended up totally demolished after the hurricane. God’s protection. On September 18th we lived in a basement apt of a house. During the long storm the roof of the house we lived below blew off and our landlord plus their two pitbulls cut a hole in their floor, our ceiling, to come down to our place for safety. For hours we all laid on the bed, under many blankets, while the storm blew in our glass windows and doors. God’s protection and literal covering.
After a very long night, which included one pitbull clamping onto the golden retriever’s mouth for seeming eternity, we cautiously ventured outside to total disaster and devastation. Trees and live power lines viciously downed in our yard, our car overturned, windshield shattered, total mayhem. We couldn’t even find the driveway for all the trees.
I was in literal shock. My 5’2″ body would not stop trembling. I weighed 95 pounds at 24 years old. I retreated inside myself. My boyfriend did not understand, yelled at me and threw me around. In a daze, I quickly boarded the first airplane off the island later that day, alone, with nothing but the pair of shorts and shirt I was wearing. American Airlines put me in first class because I could not stop crying and shaking. My first teary contact with my worried mom was on the airplane seat-phone somewhere over the eastern seaboard when we finally got a connection. I asked her to pick me up at LaGuardia in NYC, a couple hours from her home. She and my step dad were there with open arms hours later. God’s protection. My life would never be the same.
After a blip of reunion with this abusive boyfriend, God rightfully and finally ended this horrible relationship. I have not seen nor talked to him in almost 23 years. I still have nightmares though. My husband understands and loves me through them. God’s protection.
Did you know that God sent Hurricane Hugo just for me? Yup. To ultimately bring me back to HIM, his wayward, broken and prodigal child. My now glorious, eternal LIFE will never be the same. God’s Protection. God’s Grace. God’s Love. Praise Him.
I have never experienced a hurricane, but grew up in California with the constant possibility of an earthquake. I think the scariest thing about them was the suddenness, how they would come without warning.
I am praying for those on the east coast now, I can scarcely imagine how they are feeling.
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Thank you for the prayers Emily.
You are such a beautiful writer. Love your heart.
Can’t wait to hear you speak at Influence Conference
xo
Erin
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