My house was one of the houses that was flooded out in south Louisiana. We got into the house for the first time after being a week under water. There was a big pile of furniture in the front yard. All destroyed. It was hard not to get angry and discouraged. I worked all my life to provide for my family and myself. And now I have to start over again. I just wanted to sit and cry for a while. But my life wasn’t over. My family wasn’t hurt. And there are things to do. I didn’t want to go to the house. I was afraid of what I was going to find. And when I went and found it. My family and friends gathered around me. All the young men pulled all the things out of the house. My earthly treasures were saved. Just about everything is out of the house. The insurance adjuster was coming. What he says will determine what will happen next. I didn’t know what to expect. But I know that I will live on. I still have my van to unload. Then we are at it again. We should finished emptying the house. Then we set up the fans and dehumidifiers. If I weren’t a Christian, I know that I would be discouraged about everything. And would be asking why me. My life is about living for Jesus, no matter what. And even if it kills me. You see I gave my life years ago. And for all practical purposes, God directs my life. It is the only way to live. I have had purpose and direction all my life. And life has gone up and down like everyone else. But I know that: Romans 8:28 “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” (KJV).