It’s interesting to think that something so beautiful and so calm can kill us all.
Most days the ocean is my friend, my goddess, my savior, my safe place. Sometimes she goes through rough spots; sometimes people die. Who knew something that brings me so much joy could create so much fear. and pain, too?
the ocean has always brought me so much peace. if there was ever a metaphor for the power of God, it’s the ocean.
We’re ok. this time. again. but—like Christy said—let’s hope the third time isn’t the charm.
while we were packing the house up, putting all our books and everything else we wanted to keep dry high up, I commented how i felt like we were pioneer’s, leaving out home and everything in it. i had packed a small bag with a change of clothes, our toothbrushes and a couple stuffed animals i’d be heartbroken to loose (pork chop was in that posse). Jake agreed that it all felt very Lehi-y (he didn’t say “Lehi-y,” he said something more like “Yeah I feel like Lehi). anyway, we’re fine. we’re actually headed back to the school, where i have classes and work scheduled for today. BYU-H called me three times to make sure I got the message that there IS school. Those bums.
I am extremely grateful that Oahu only saw some changes in water level. I’m going to parrot Obama here and say Our hearts and prayers go out to those in Japan. As far as I’ve heard, Maui and Big Island suffered some water damage, but—again, as far as I’ve heard—there were no fatalities.
Keep Japan in your prayers. We will be.
