Tropical Storm Agatha

I came home Friday afternoon. Admittedly, I knew little of what was going on in the world except my pain and nausea. If it was not happening within the confines of my four bedroom walls, I was not aware of it.

Normally, I like the sound of the rain falling on the tin roof. But I kept waking to the sound of what sounded like 100,000 rounds of machine gun fire. I did not know if I was delirious, dreaming or if I had been moved to a war zone hospital.

Marc told me we were in a tropical storm. Most news reports are saying tropical storm Agatha pounded El Salvador and Guatamala. But no one in Honduras, can deny her presence. She dumped eighteen inches here in Santa Ana. There is death, destruction and devastation everywhere. Part of the road to Choluteca is gone. We cannot even imagine what Santa Katarina looks like and how hungry they must be. We were without power for over a day and a half and phone service for a while, too. There are still parts of the country without power.

There was widespread flooding. Santa Ana was hit hard. There were two deaths in Santa Ana. Many homes were washed away. More than two hundred people slept in the community building last night and twenty slept in our church building.

The pictures in the paper yesterday were haunting and gut-wrenching. A house washing down the river. People with their only few belongings, walking in chest deep water, holding those belongings over their heads.

It is summer and groups are arriving daily. There is plenty of work to be done. Please pray for this country, the homeless, the hungry as as many lifes as possible are restored.

Terri