It's a day to cycle back through the angry stage of grief. I'll just be honest, because I told myself I would during this blogging experience. When I drive through my neighborhood, and see people carrying their towels as they walk to the pool, walking their dogs, or just living life in their untouched homes, I feel jealous and angry. So many people have said, "I'm so sorry. We were really blessed to have it miss our house." Okay, I agree, but if you're blessed, then am I cursed? Remember when someone used to insult you by saying you were ugly or stupid or something, and you would say "I know you are, but what am I?" (Actually, my sister, Jennifer, still says that!) How does all of this work? I agree that people untouched by the flood are blessed. The question is, where was I the day that blessing was given out? I really don't like to think that I'm the opposite of blessed. We all have blessings in our lives. Just being alive is a blessing, but if I'm blessed to be alive, were those who died cursed? Are some people on a higher tier of being blessed? This makes me think of Scientology where Tom Cruise is considered to be somehow more high up in their "church" than others. Why? Because he's famous? Because he ignorantly rants about his views on post-partum depression and people listen to him? I wonder, would the river have gone around Tom Cruise's house? Like many of you, I had crosses hanging over my doorways. Hey, God, WHY WASN'T I BLESSED? Now, don't try to answer for Him. Don't give me a list of all my blessings, because I already know what they are. Besides, this approach only makes a grouchy person grouchier. It's just one of those days. It's an angry, grouchy today. The good news is, with God's blessing, I'll feel better tomorrow! :)
P.S. The girls and I are loving this stay-cation!
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