Thankful for Dry Feet – Thankful Thoughts

thankful for dry feetI am thankful for dry feet today. I try to post some thankful thoughts each week on Sunday morning. It’s normally a scheduled post written earlier in the week. This week was a little hectic, and here I am on Sunday afternoon finally able to be quiet enough to write about thankfulness.

It may sound odd, but I’m thankful my feet are dry. I live in North Houston. Last year’s summer of drought, wildfires, and non-stop 100+ degree days left us praying for rain. This week’s rainfall (almost a foot in the past seven days, with more on the way) was welcome, but the resulting flooding was not.

minor flooding on eldridgeFor the most part, it was minor local street flooding. A few roads were closed where the local creek rose higher than the bridges. In terms of disasters, it was very very small.minor flooding on jones road - do you think they have dry feet

If you saw a report on the news showing the water, remember that the news manages to make things look worse than they really are. The news guys may be standing in mere inches of water. The news truck is probably somewhere high and dry.i took this photo, but my feet are drymore minor flooding See? The white van is a news truck, parked high and dry in the grocery store parking lot. The water was really deep, but only in an isolated spot. See those guys dressed in blue? Those are reporters. The walked out onto a closed bridge to make their report.

The creek goes out of bounds when it we have these kinds of rains. There’s an entire subdivision of empty lots where FEMA purchased the flooded out houses and knocked them down. There are other houses built on stilts or on land that has been raised several feet to elevate it out of the flood plain.

The creek is about a mile from my house and surrounds my neighborhood on three sides. Our house is safe, we’re on high ground and have a 35 year history of not flooding. As long as I know the high road in and out of the neighborhood, the occasional street floods are just an annoyance for me.

I am thankful for dry feet.

And yet… for some families less than a mile from where I sit, the weekend is entirely different. On the way to church, I drove past houses that already had tell-tale piles of sodden carpet and ripped up hardwood flooring piled at the curb. I drove past a house with the waterline clearly above the windowsill. I saw waterlogged cars and evidence of tow trucks. I heard of a single woman whose third floor apartment flooded. For a handful of my neighbors, this was no small annoyance. For a handful of strangers, this was a life-altering catastrophe with far-reaching financial implications.

I am so blessed to be sitting here with dry toes.

I am thankful my husband researched flood patterns and wouldn’t let me shop for houses in the flood zone.
I am thankful for the civil engineers who manage the watershed to reduce flooding.
I am thankful for having enough… for knowing that I have things to donate to those who need it.

I am thankful my feet stayed dry when the creek rose up high.

Thank you Lord, for protecting me from wet feet.

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Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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