Today is the 3rd Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. August 29, 2005.
Gustav is currently threatening the Gulf Coast States, and putting Southern Louisiana on alert.


I sit here at home and the memories flood through me. We evacuated on a Saturday and it hit on a Monday. The days of the week are exactly the same for this storm to make landfall as was Katrina. People in the New Olreans area are still trying to re-build their lives. Those who have re-built still see the daily reminders all around.
When I am asked where we just moved from, and people hear my reply,
the most common question is, "How are they doing down there?".
I tell them that it is a mess and there is a still lot of work to yet be done.
Going through that experience and living in New Orleans afterwards, I learned 1-one huge lesson, that has changed my outlook on life; is that anything can be taken away from us at any moment and our lives can change in an instant. Our material possessions are insignificant, we all take so much for granted, be thankful to Heavenly Father for everything you have.
It is easy for me to forget how blessed I am. When life gets difficult, I remember that there is always someone who has had it worse than me, or still does. I will never forget the people who helped me and my family during that time and I will always be thankful for your love and kindness.
The Lord blessed us with the strength to endure, be strong, and move forward. Josiah and Jacque were resilient and their memories are happy ones. Paul was amazingly strong and proactive through the entire ordeal. I was the one in shock to witness the enormous power and destruction of mother nature, especailly when we drove to Gulf Port & Waveland, Mississippi to see the area, wow. With that, we also got to witness great selfless service of thousands of poeple from all over the country coming to work in wet, moldy homes.
It was amazing!
I loved living in New Orleans. I miss it. I miss the people, we had the greatest ward ever- The Jefferson Ward- was our family, I had the best of friends there, Paul had a great group of people to work and learn with, and our children had close friendships. It was truly a great time in our lives. Now, I know what it means to miss New Orleans. We are blessed to have lived there.
It is a city rich with history, culture, and great people- that we will be praying for.







Paul and I have been so busy lately, we completely forgot about our 

