Tornados

Every morning I put my money on the counter at the big box drug store and Loretta hands me my own, personal copy of the New York Times. Last Monday Loretta told me, “My people’s house got blown down.” Tornados. Hattiesburg, Mississippi. Family home. “They been on that same land since the war.” I asked, “Which war?” Loretta said, “War of Emancipation. My great-great-grandfather built that house. It’s gone now.” I asked, “Will you go to Hattiesburg to see your folks?” Time off from work. Her old car. Hattiesburg so far away. “One day,” Loretta said, “I will.”

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!

Josh