Saturday, September 13, 2008

In His Hands

Hurricane Ike has gone, leaving much destruction in its path. We live in a "mandatory evacuation" zone. I never felt threatened, though we did leave. We left mostly out of the need for comfort since we won't have electricity for a week or two. We'll return home tomorrow. Family and neighbors have checked on our home, and all is well except the loss of our fence, which we fully expected. We needed a new one anyway. And we lost a hibiscus, which we had talked about pulling up and replacing, also.

We were very fortunate, unlike many others. It's strange, though, that I never felt in any danger whatsoever. I'm sure I seemed nonchalant, but I have been completely calm and unworried through this whole thing. There is only one explanation.

I wrote this poem for the prompt at Matinee' Muse "In the Wrong Hands." (The prompt is based on the new Coen brothers' movie, Burn After Reading, but my contribution has nothing to do with the movie, which we just saw tonight.) I believe this poem explains my feeling of peace all through this Ike crisis. Thank you, God, for giving me assurance.


In the wrong hands, it could have been so much worse.
More frightening.
More costly,
More deadly.

In the wrong hands, we could have suffered much loss.
Personal safety,
Property,
Loved ones.

In the wrong hands, I might be crying now.
Wringing my hands,
Wondering why,
Worrying.

But in His hands, we are safe.
Protected,
Encouraged,
Blessed.

26 comments:

Mamarazzi said...

Amen!

what a beautiful poem. i am so glad that God held you in His hands and kept you and your family safe!

what a blessing.

Laura said...

So glad you are safe and there is little damage. Lovely poem - thanks for sharing.

~TAMY 3 Sides of Crazy~ said...

What a beautiful perspective and ultimately the sanest - worrying solves nothing - as you said it was always in HIS hands. Glad you're safe.

jenn said...

beautiful.

craftylyra said...

I'm glad you are safe!

Queen-Size funny bone said...

that does say it all. glad your family is ok.

D... said...

Wonderful poem! And it echoes my thoughts and feelings exactly.

I wish you safe travels on your way home.

Genuine Gem said...

I'm very thankful to hear your safe and the only things destroyed are stuff that was going anyway! the poem is awesome!! well done! I'd include one of those teacher stickers here if I could...LOL

Trish said...

lovely poem! thank you.

Giggles said...

So happy you're safe and unscathed! Horrific for so many, but thankfully in his hand you came through it! Very positive outlook, and amazing heartfelt poem. You should write more poetry. I enjoyed that one so much! Deeply emotional poems really have impact!Blessings to you!Glad you're family is okay! Sorry about your fence though.

Hugs Sherrie

whatloknows said...

Good to hear all is well. As I write this we are having strong strong winds and we are in KY.

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Sniz said...

beautiful. I am so thankful you are safe!

Nap Warden said...

Glad you are safe:)

Jess said...

I'm not sure I'll have to figure that out a bit later. Home internet is shut off a the moment. so i come to work get on for a few during my lunch and then afterwards at my MIL's. it might be something with feedburner.

ispeakbeanish said...

Glad y'all are okay. Stay safe. I've been so pleased at the way people are handling everything. We'll all make it through I think.

ChrissyM said...

What a beautiful poem. I have been thinking of you and your family as I watch the news. I am glad to hear that you had very little damage and that the damage you did occur is of items you wanted to remove and replace any how. Glad you and your family are safe.

Chrissy

Lucy said...

Thank god you were in his hands. This could have been so much worse. YOur poem was just beautiful Diane. Your positive spin on a terrible occurance was refreshing.

(hope you're not mad at me)

kris said...

glad to hear y'all are ok, we weren't as lucky... go check my blog. I'm at MIL's for who knows how long... hang tough!
kris

Bubba's Sis said...

Beautiful poem! I think it echoes how we all feel right now. Be safe coming home - our damage is minimal, too. (We came home before they said we could - shh! Don't tell!) You'll be shocked when you get here and see all the destruction around - especially Seabrook and Kemah. Galveston is horrible. This was our Katrina for sure.

We were mandatory evacuation, too - are ya'll in 77058 or 77062? 77058 here - University Green.

Melanie said...

That is a fantastic poem and it is so true.

I am glad that you are all safe and you didn't get a lot of damage.

anthonynorth said...

There's always great relief after such an event.

jenn said...

Just thinking about you...

Mrs. Brownstone @ XBOX Wife said...

That was beautiful ~ glad y'all were safe! We do have one amazing God!

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Donna said...

That is a beautiful poem.

Tammy said...

Wonderful poem Diane and I felt the same way during our big fire. Glad you were OK.

Shelly said...

Glad I found this - we are grateful to have left Houston in August 2007

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