The Day Ike Came to Visit

Two years ago today Hurricane Ike came to a visit, or rather terrorize our home.

Because of hurricanes past, and the gridlock they create on the roads with people driving out-of-town, we decided we’d batten down the hatches and ride out Hurricane Ike.

This was a picture of the weather bands at sunset.

As the night grew, the storms raged with rain, hail, winds, and something knocking on our roof top, loudly and disturbingly.

About 4:30am, I decided to walk the house to once again check on our boys and figure out what the loud knocking was on the rooftop.  To my dismay, I discovered water dripping through the air conditioning vents in the boys’ bedrooms and Mike’s office.

We tried to catch the dripping water with what containers we could find.

But ceilings began to bow, along with part of the ceiling in the garage collapsing which was connected to this bedroom.

This was Hudson’s room, evidenced by a stretchy man clinging for life, as the ceiling bowed retaining water.

The ceilings in these rooms were nearing collapse, as the ceiling in the garage. So we began to scramble and purge the boys’ rooms and Mike’s office, dumping all the contents into the formal living and dining of which became the boys’ bedroom for the next three months.

First light was dawning as we were also discovering what Ike left outside.

Watching the fence fall down between houses.

Roof debris everywhere!

Exposed plywood on the roof, thus causing rain inside the house and ceilings finally giving way!  One ceiling knocked my father-in-law on his backside.

But then the most amazing thing happened! After we put calls out to friends and family, that day and for the next few weeks, our “2 a.m. friends” started showing up to help.

Do you have a “2 a.m. friend”? One whom you can call any time for help.  If not, get some!

Our family, close friends, and our Life Group friends from church started chipping in and rolling carpet up like burritos and shoving them out windows.

They helped pull down water-soaked walls and insulation.  Even our boys pitched in!

They tarped our roof.

Cleared the debris.

(People would drive by just to see and contribute to our debris pile.)

And rebuilt fences.

The boys and their cousins even had fun writing on the wall studs.

I specifically wanted Psalms 91 written on a stud, which says,

“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.  I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”  Surely He will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.  He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.  You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday….If you make the Most High your dwelling–even the Lord, who is my refuge–then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent.  For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways….”Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.  He will call upon me and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him…”

God was certainly our refuge and was with us in trouble.  We had electricity back on that very day.  Although we had half a roof, we still had each other, air conditioning, and 2 a.m. friends.  What more could we ask for.

By Christmas, we were blessed with snow and the boys moving out of the formal living and dining, just in time to celebrate the birth of Christ and the new beginnings He brings.


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