For many weeks I have pondered starting a weblog journaling my quest to discover God’s hands working in the middle of my chaos. I know so many women who are overcome with their responsibilities to work, home, and family, yet we rarely talk about it other than to throw out the obligatory complaint about how our husbands don’t help or our kids are the messiest people on the planet. We need support from other women experiencing the same issues! It has been my prayer from the beginning of Muddy Feet Photography that God will use this business for much more than beautiful images, so I have decided to insert this journey smack in the middle of MFP. These journals are entitled “Manna from Mayhem”, and I hope you will find them an enjoyable part of the Muddy Feet blog. We know God provides manna each day. It’s part of our daily walk to rifle through the mayhem and find God’s provision for that day. It is my sincere hope that you will find something here to sustain you and inch you forward in your own journey. I’m certainly not qualified to write such a journal, but I hope God will take my pitiful efforts and use them to speak to someone when they need Him most. And so, my mayhem and God’s manna…
Last weekend, we traveled North to Carter, MS, to help my in-laws move. Not the “you got a beautiful new home to enjoy” type of move. This was a “the water is coming and you gotta go” move. They received word early last week that backwater from the MS River would flood their community, and thus began a week of disorderly evacuation.
I felt a convoy of emotions throughout the weekend.
Utter disbelief that a front yard miles from the nearest water would soon be four feet under.
Overwhelming sadness walking through a home that has been occupied by Charlie & Mabel Jordan for the better part of 65 years and now stands empty, save a picnic table holding disengaged wooden doors.
Mourning for the gorgeous fields of wheat, only two weeks shy of the harvest, that will never be gleaned.
So much sweat and effort will be lost when the fields go under. Not to mention the money that sinks with it.
The Carter store survived the flood of 1927 and has a high water mark above my head. We celebrated her 100 year anniversary just a few years ago. Many tears will be shed if she doesn't survive this time.