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Aftermath


It's been a busy weekend for raising awareness and helping others - and the need isn't going to end soon. Everyone can do something, and we all need to do whatever we can.


On Saturday, we three Walk[ed] for the Waiting. It was the first time either of us had done anything like that (not being runners, and most things involve running - why?) and it was a wonderful experience, to join with a crowd of like-minded, who all want to see every forsaken child happily in a forever home.


Then Adam drove to Fort Smith yesterday afternoon on Army business, and is currently trying to get back to Little Rock (on Army business), but the going's slow with the damage to Interstate 40. He's needed to help document last night's destruction, and the efforts of those who are helping.

If you're local to the Little Rock area and would like to help, here are some practical and genuinely helpful opportunities - and if you're in Fayetteville, here's an easy way to get a donation to the Red Cross. I believe that Bliss is also planning something involving fundraising and cupcakes tomorrow. (And if you're not a local to either of those places but still want to help, the Red Cross is the way to go.)


Should you choose the donating-actual-things route, here are some words of wisdom from a friend of mine (actually, the friend whose bathtub Brooklyn and I spent an hour sitting on pillows in last night, while the sirens went off and the tornado went by - Brooklyn, by the way, thought it was a spectacular adventure):

"With last night's tornadoes, there will be lots of calls for clothes donations. I strongly encourage you to donate things that you would wear and that are season appropriate. I sorted clothes in Joplin post-tornado a few years ago, and it was appalling the types of things people donated. They had good intentions, I'm sure, but one man's trash is not always another man's treasure. We had filthy, worn out, decades out of date, and winter clothing donated for the summer. So much of it was useless. These people just lost everything. A few new items from Walmart is much better than a closet full of stuff that isn't going to help!"


Brooklyn and I spent our morning gathering things to give - baby necessities in one bag, clothing that I've never worn and never will in another (cute things, just not "me"). That one is a little sad, since most of my things are well-loved and worn to bits, so after her nap we're going to stop by Wal*Mart to finish filling it up. I tried to only include things that I would want in the same situation, as per Kristin's advice.


And we can all pray, even if it's not feasible for us to give of our time, our money, or our things. Just don't let "I'll pray" be an excuse to not do more, if you can! Especially if you're local and weren't affected, let your gratitude pour out as grace-filled action.

How can you be the hands and feet of Christ to those who've experienced disaster? Has anyone ever reached out to you in a time of crisis?

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