As I walked the floor (which I estimated to be the size of 10 to 12 football fields), I found that many people just needed someone to listen to their stories and maybe hold their hands. I saw families and single mothers with two, four, or even six children, including newborns. I spoke to people who had been separated from families or had no one else in the world. I prayed with elderly and handicapped people and became friends with an elderly man with no legs in a wheelchair who always had a smile for me. I procured small stuffed animals and toys for dozens of small children and babies. I was rewarded with tiny smiles and blessed to hold little hands.
I have been amazed by the courage and hope and faith in God displayed by these victims who did not behave like "victims." They kept up their spirits and told their stories and, in very profound ways, ministered to me and other volunteers. Yes, there was some tension and tribulation, and there were some tears, but I saw miracles of strength and hope, and I love every hour I was there.
Finally, I met a woman who spent 14 hours in chest-deep water in her home – holding her family bible over her head the whole time – before she was rescued. She thought her son had drowned but had learned that he had also been rescued. He was later brought to the Dallas shelter, and they were reunited. We shared stories with each other and read scriptures from the Bible she had rescued. We laughed, we cried, and we hugged. I was blessed to meet this sister in Christ.There are too many these days who want to divide us. The responses of Americans to these disasters has been amazing. Please read the entire article at the link.