Texas Flood Reveals These Truths

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Perspective for those of us removed enough to have the luxury of it right now.

There are not going to be many silver linings around this flood, and we are not tasked with finding or manufacturing them in order to understand why it happened.

God’s sovereignty does not require our understanding or our agreement.
It simply is.

Sometimes things are just hard. Let them be.
Sometimes there is loss that is unfair and unimaginable, without reason or relief. Let it be.
This is why we have the grace of God—sufficient to endure such hard things.

But I will say this: He is always working. Always revealing Himself in the midst of every trial.
Whether we see it or others believe it, He simply IS.
And for that, I offer praise.

Praise the Lord, for opportunities to be reminded how precious and how temporary life is.

Praise the Lord, for events that remind us this world is not our home.

Praise the Lord, for open doors to talk about Heaven and eternity with others.

Praise the Lord, for things that make us melt—turning our hardened hearts soft again.

Praise the Lord, for the humility that comes with mourning and grief.
And Lord, protect us from the bitterness that can come with it too.

Praise the Lord, for things that send the world—our nation—collectively to its knees and cause us to search for truth, encouragement, and hope.

Praise the Lord, that in moments like this, many will point to Christ.

Praise the Lord, for the reminder that even our most cherished and sacred places bow before creation.
And creation itself bows before HIM.

Praise the Lord that now—many who didn’t know before—are aware that there are places like Camp Mystic.
Places where adults pour themselves out with intentionality to mentor, encourage, and draw children to Christ.
As we are commanded to do—not just at camp, but at home, on the road, as we walk and as we talk.

Praise the Lord, our nation is finally starting to admit what it has long denied:
Children are different than adults.

How kind and helpful of God to burst the cultural bubble that has insisted on giving full wisdom and autonomy to children for the last ten years—for nefarious reasons.

Praise the Lord, that we can now say it aloud:
Children are vulnerable. They must be protected by adults.
They are to be treasured and cared for, not subjected to the whims of our social or sexual experiments.

What villain could look on Camp Mystic and still try to assign the wisdom or agency of an adult to a precious child?

Surely now, we can see and say:
Children are blessings to be preserved.

We are heartbroken differently because babies were lost.
We feel it differently because we innately understand the responsibility we have to defend and save—and we couldn’t.
And we grieve more deeply because children are a gift from God.

A gift in every circumstance—tools given for our own refinement, both softening us and sending us to our knees.
Perfect, imperfect, delightful, and difficult—it doesn’t matter their ability or disposition.

We are called to steward and shelter, not confuse or hinder.

Lives were laid on altars this weekend to declare to a watching world that life matters.
Even—and especially—the lives that are dependent on our watchful care.

All truths we had forgotten. Or pretended not to know.
No more.

Tragedies are clarifying indeed.