Regretting my independent streak

I've spent the last few hours glued to CNN in awe of the devastation caused by one storm. The scarier part, though, is the huge delay in any assistance getting through to the people affected. It is so frightening to think that a person strong enough to survive, to climb onto a roof and live there for 2 to 3 days, will have to give up hope now, because rescue searches have been closed. Or families who made their way to public areas in search of officials and medical assistance, are finding corpses covered in rats, riots and looting, and are being robbed, beaten, and raped because there is no one there to keep the order. I can't believe that this can happen here.

September 11th was different. People died very suddenly with no warning, and people jumped in so quickly to help, that much of what could have been worse was avoided. Thousands of people died, and we couldn't do anything. In this case, thousands WILL die, and the things we can do aren't being done fast enough.

I'm not saying this to point any fingers. I'm not complaining about our government. I'm just re-evaluating my personal level of safety. I've never considered that if there was a natural disaster, and I survived, that I may sit around for a week waiting for help, just to die of hunger, dehydration, or disease. It's so scary.

The scariest part for me to think about is that my pride and independence have taken me so far from any family and all support. If I were suddenly without technology, I would have no one and nothing. My closest friends are my computer and my cell phone.

I know that the Lord has a plan. I just hope I am following it as well as I should be. I hope I haven't made any major mistakes and pushed so many people so far away that I won't ever be able to hold on to anyone. I'm really terrified of being alone.

I'm praying for those who are waiting for help. God be with them.