The Lord Works In Mysterious Ways

Last night I got to thinking about “what-ifs”.

For example, what if my parents hadn’t moved from New Orleans and what if I hadn’t moved from New Orleans.

The truth is that I would never have left New Orleans if I hadn’t lost my job in December of 2003. I would have stayed in New Orleans and I would have even stayed in the city for the hurricane. Yep. I would have been one of the stupid ones. I admit it. It’s a psychological control issue of mine that I like to know the status of my stuff, apartment included. If I survived Katrina — I have received conflicting data on my old neighborhood, but likely I would have weathered the storm fine but would have needed rescuing once the water rose — I would never have been able to mentally cope with the aftermath first hand. Between the General Anxiety Disorder and the OCD of needing to know what’s going to happen to me next, I would not have been able to cope at all.

Heck, I’m having some problems coping now and it’s not my apartment or my stuff that’s possibly lost or looted or damaged. I worry about my friends who’s lives are going to be on hold for months. I wonder about their future employment status, their reactions to the loss of their homes and things, their coping mechanisms. I have been anxiously reading through information on disaster recovery and asking my mother questions about what will happen next and I’m not in it.

I seriously think that this would have been too much for me to handle. Remember the old saying that God never heaps on you what he doesn’t think you can handle? I honestly believe that he moved my parents and then me out of the city because of this.

Don’t try to confuse me as to why he didn’t stop this. That’s another angle of philosophy I’m not ready to contemplate. I’ll just rest assured that God led me to safety so I wouldn’t have to try to deal with this on the front lines.

tags: Hurricane Katrina, Me, Faith

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