I'm in a state of panic. I found out yesterday about the typhoon that hit my hometown, Iloilo City. I talked to my husband last night and cringed at the damage the floods inflicted on the place I call home. It's a first for us all, to experience this kind of disaster. The house where I spent most of my growing up years has been marred by flood waters. But it is as resilient as its owners, so from what I gathered from my husband, the damage was not as bad as I feared it would be.
I feel quite helpless here. I'm thinking of my kids, my husband and my family back home. I can imagine how disorienting things are for them right now, what with the cleaning up that they have to do and the other little things they have to deal with after that kind of disaster. I can imagine what the thousands of people in the province might be feeling right now, having lost their homes, their possessions, their loved ones. I guess, compared to them, we should count our blessings.
I don't know what's happening to our world. I've been thinking long and hard at how we just take things for granted. And now, this is the price we have to pay. Nature unleashing its wrath. It is scary to be living in this angry, vengeful world. I'm thinking, is it payback time?
I don't want to be negative and paranoid. I want to dwell instead on the infinite goodness of God. Cliche or no cliche, I know that the sun always comes out after a long, dark night.
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