In the year since a high-end EF-2 tornado turned our lives upside-down, I can only marvel at how fresh the memory remains. Reminders of our struggle are everywhere, but so are the reminders of grace, of blessing. It is this light we hang on to, knowing that in time all things can be restored, after a fashion. Not the same, but we press ever onward.
Today, we're still waiting for this long year to end. It won't end until we can finally move back in to this:
Projected homecoming: April.
April, please hurry.
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