I write this post during a time of great loss and devastation in my community of Santa Barbara and Montecito. A catastrophic mud slide, caused by a powerful storm, has destroyed lives and property.
Hundreds of rescue workers continue to search — round the clock — for the missing. Seventeen people are confirmed dead and this number is expected to rise.
A community that just came through the largest fire in California’s recorded history has now been hit with yet another natural disaster. The Thomas Fire planted the dangerous seed: buckets of rain poured down, early Tuesday morning, on freshly scorched terrain … triggering the massive mudslide.
Parents search for missing children and children search for missing parents, amidst a sea of mud and debris. And, a community cries. Together, we mourn. We grieve what has been lost and we pray for miracles. In the dark of night, we pray for light.
We hold each other close…because life is fragile.
Life is a gift with no guarantee.
Tonight, my little girl sleeps by my side and my pup is snuggled to my feet. The blessings of this moment are not lost on me. We are safe. We are warm. We have our home.
We are together.
Others are not.
Oceans of anguish are spilling through my town.
Questions with no answers are being asked.
How could loved ones be here and then gone in an instant?
How will we ever rebuild what has been lost?
I lean on God for the knowledge that I do not possess. He is ever faithful.
For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. 2 Corinthians 5:1
Those who left us have a home now that cannot be destroyed: an eternal home. The thought of this brings a comfort and a restoration of hope that, in recent hours, has seemed fleeting.
We are heartbroken; yet, in God, we are not broken.
Please pray for the victims of this tragedy. Prayer is powerful. Prayer is transformative.