Dear Oklahoma.
Dear Oklahoma,
My birthplace. My childhood. My memories. It tears me apart to see what has happened to you. It seems you can't catch a break. You've been torn and beaten and ripped apart. Leveled to the ground. There is twisted metal in your streets and pieces of tattered pictures, people's keepsakes strewn through your golden fields. There is clothing in trees and entire neighborhoods gone. Families brokenhearted. Lost children. Teachers. Mothers. Fathers. Grandparents. I can hear what it must sound like. An eerie quiet where no one really knows what to do next. Red X's on windows to notify the house has been searched. A heavy, heavy weight all around... People clinging to each other, grateful for their life. Some may have just missed the tragedy because they were out running errands, others.. not so fortunate. I have prayed for you, Oklahoma. I have watched the television and had tears of sorrow for you. I can't stand it.
But I know one thing. You have been in the face of tragedy before. You have gotten back up and dusted yourself off. I know God is there. Walking amongst your roads. Sitting with folks who seem lost.
Dear God,
Please wrap your arms around these souls. Put your mighty hands over this city and bring peace, somehow. Take those babies and children who went off to school on Monday and set them on your lap. Smooth their hair and kiss their forehead. Hold their hands and love them. Place a comforting arm around parents and family members whose lives have been forever changed. That will never, ever be the same. Only You can see them through. No one understands, God. We just have to believe. Find Faith. Find Hope. Be there, dear God. And hold these precious people and their state in your arms. Amen.
Though Texas is my home now... Many of my loved one's roots are in your ground, Oklahoma. And those roots still hold strong. No storm, no bomb, no tragedy can break your spirit. You are strong, Oklahoma. And you may feel weak now, but you will stand back up and show your pretty face again. All of our prayers. All of our love. Goes out to you.
Count your blessings, friends. If anything, this can certainly put life into perspective. Do not worry about small things. They are small. Hit your knees and thank God for the faces you get to see when you wake up. Have a big heart today. Open it up. Don't take your days for granted. You never know when you might not have another one.
My birthplace. My childhood. My memories. It tears me apart to see what has happened to you. It seems you can't catch a break. You've been torn and beaten and ripped apart. Leveled to the ground. There is twisted metal in your streets and pieces of tattered pictures, people's keepsakes strewn through your golden fields. There is clothing in trees and entire neighborhoods gone. Families brokenhearted. Lost children. Teachers. Mothers. Fathers. Grandparents. I can hear what it must sound like. An eerie quiet where no one really knows what to do next. Red X's on windows to notify the house has been searched. A heavy, heavy weight all around... People clinging to each other, grateful for their life. Some may have just missed the tragedy because they were out running errands, others.. not so fortunate. I have prayed for you, Oklahoma. I have watched the television and had tears of sorrow for you. I can't stand it.
But I know one thing. You have been in the face of tragedy before. You have gotten back up and dusted yourself off. I know God is there. Walking amongst your roads. Sitting with folks who seem lost.
Dear God,
Please wrap your arms around these souls. Put your mighty hands over this city and bring peace, somehow. Take those babies and children who went off to school on Monday and set them on your lap. Smooth their hair and kiss their forehead. Hold their hands and love them. Place a comforting arm around parents and family members whose lives have been forever changed. That will never, ever be the same. Only You can see them through. No one understands, God. We just have to believe. Find Faith. Find Hope. Be there, dear God. And hold these precious people and their state in your arms. Amen.
Though Texas is my home now... Many of my loved one's roots are in your ground, Oklahoma. And those roots still hold strong. No storm, no bomb, no tragedy can break your spirit. You are strong, Oklahoma. And you may feel weak now, but you will stand back up and show your pretty face again. All of our prayers. All of our love. Goes out to you.
Count your blessings, friends. If anything, this can certainly put life into perspective. Do not worry about small things. They are small. Hit your knees and thank God for the faces you get to see when you wake up. Have a big heart today. Open it up. Don't take your days for granted. You never know when you might not have another one.
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