Everyday I passed by this breathtaking harbor view to get to the temporary housing complex. Not far from this bay, it is a sight full of destruction: bare foundations of houses, metal infrastructure of buildings with many artifacts hanging over them, proving once there were lives living here. I stared at the beautiful, calm horizon, trying to imagine what it was like on that fatal day.
Did these pastel colors turned black? How high did the water go? Were there any cars taken from my current position? My imagination is out run by the reality.
I continue to pass by it everyday, pondering what it is like when such beauty turned into a monster.
And I ponder, what I am like when that time comes.
"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging." ~Psalm 46:1-3
O God my Lord, if I am less faith than that, please help me. Because I am of little faith, but I choose to believe in You.
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