Nothing left but a shoe

It's hard to imagine how all those people in Louisiana and Mississippi are going to pick up the pieces of such a broken life. One woman said "All I found that belonged to me was a shoe. There's nothing left." How do you begin to rebuild a life with nothing but a shoe? Of course there are those in even worse situations - losing wives, husbands, children, and parents. Where will they begin?

If everything and everyone I knew was swept away in some angry storm, I don't know if I could hope to do more than crawl into a hole and die.

And again, one wonders - is there REALLY a gracious god in charge of all this? My guess is, that if there is, then he/she is weeping right now. Weeping and longing for something different.