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Katrina Kut like a Knife


People were so desperate to save themselves along with their families, they were forced to cut through their roofs with an ax…

The blond who was leading the tour told us. I gulped as I stared at the dilapidated house. She continued: “Katrina’s 10 year mark is right around the corner.  10 years since 80% of the city was covered in water, 10 years since over 1800 lives were lost and 10 years since many families barely escaped and once they left, had to stay gone for years until they could get back to their home.   Where were you, does anybody remember?” She asked the crowd of volunteers.

Certainly, I do not remember where I was or what I thought about this complete and utter devastation. I can’t remember what I had for dinner last night…

I think it is easier to remember our own pain….

As we continued on our tour, I found myself frantically searching for more houses with holes in their roofs. I didn’t see any more holes; probably because most of the houses have been torn down.

I did find, however, find that several of the newer homes in the Brad Pitt area had ‘escape hatches.’ This way, they wouldn’t  to take that hatchet and bust their way through.

Riding past crippled motels and apartment buildings hit me hard too, you can still see people’s clothes and belongings strung out on the balconies.

It’s So terribly sad and I’m sure there was a lot of Unforgiveness swimming through everyone’s veins.

It is Day 15 of my Forgive everyone project. I would love to tell you I am poison free but that would be a big fat fibbie.


I still Pray for those I need to forgive very single day. Sometimes twice a day.

I am not following all of RT Kendall’s suggestions but as of 2:00 today, I am fairly poison free. It is a process, I suppose but I’m starting to wonder should it be a private process. You see, blogging about something and / or someone I am having trouble forgiving is merely reminding me of the exact event I’m trying to move past.

So, as of today, I’m going to rebuild my internal house quietly but will keep you posted on day 21.

Being in New Orleans has given me a new perspective, life can be very messy and we can feel overwhelmed and devastated and very, very hurt. But just as New Orleans has been rebuilt, so can we.  Sometimes, it just takes time.

New Orleans Missions

IMG_3029.JPG The problem? Poison.

It happens to the best of best with highest of intentions…..  At 5:00am, Sunday morning, I rallied to finish packing for my mission trip. By 8:00 am, we are in a caravan; scooting down the highway headed to help hose in need.

Upon arrival, we were greeted by a dead house guest. (Too much poison) It is a bit humbling here and I noticed, My daughter, Izzy, ain’t happy.
It started when I informed her that It would be a 9 1/2 hour drive and that no cell phones would be allowed. You woulda thought the child was heading to her own hanging.

Neither one of us are sure of what to expect here in NOLA, this is a trip I signed us up for several months ago when I thought we needed to keep our minds busy.   Low and behold, the day sneaks up on us and ya know what? We had plenty to keep our minds busy. 😂

IMG_3031.JPGAll went well and the long ride wasn’t too bad. The car went caput on the way to New Orleans. But we made it regardless.

We are here to help rebuild houses after the Katrina catastrophe 10 years ago.  There are 11 of us from Augusta, several others from various church’s: Atlanta, Oregon, Virginia and somewhere else, I’m not sure. Set in a schedule of daily chores, we wake at 6:15 to start breakfast, morning meetings and lunch prep.
Side note: Now, I gotta confess: I was very impressed that grape jelly actually comes in a very large can.

We headed to the work site where we poured a concrete slab for a sidewalk and the girls painted trim.






I have continued on with my project, although, I don’t feel the urge to get down on my knees to pray for those I am trying to forgive. Why?

1. Because everybody would think they were rooming with a freak should I drop to my knees.

2. Because that roach I pictured has already invited two other friends to the party and I believe it would prove to be quite distracting kneeling on the floor…..