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Prayers For The Heartland

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I’m enjoying a cup of coffee on my porch this morning as I prepare for the workday. And I can’t stop reading and thinking about those in America’s heart and soul lands where horrific weather has struck this year. Please stop today and say a prayer with me for those we’ve lost and families still suffering across the Midwest and South from floods and tornadoes.

We will get through this. Americans are never better than when we are under challenge and join behind a common purpose.

God Bless America.

-Bruce (GayPatriot)

Comments

  1. The calamities of violent weather bring us together in myriad ways. In the words of the bard, they are the “slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.”

    They also tend to invite our souls to self examination. When the trinkets and toys are literally stripped away, what do we really value?

    While among the devastated these are “the times that try men’s souls” they also bring out the souls who try men’s time. The scalpers, hustlers, looters, political calculators and other low-life be damned.

    Please let us handle this on a personal level and keep FEMA and the spendocrats on hold until the needs and solutions can be sorted out.

    I always contribute $$$ to my local Virginia souls who take their trucks and chain saws and search dogs and head to the area to provide help and comfort. They have to eat, buy fuel, carry supplies and they are the first responders. Perhaps you know some such folks in your own area. Think about it.

  2. Nice post, Bruce. Always good to have a reminder now and then, in the midst of all the political noise, about the events that impact people and have nothing to do with politics. I was just talking about the tornado devastation with my parents last night. Their town was hit by a bad one back in 2002.

    Consider my prayers added to yours.

  4. I saw damage in Ringgold, GA. the Friday before last. The Waffle House, McDonald’s, KFC were all destroyed. Further down I-75, we passed two more tornado paths where they had crossed the interstate and left shredded and mangled trees on either side.

    Could you imagine the “pucker factor” of trying to get down the interstate through that mess?