It's Been that Kind of a Week

Today I am grateful for my favorite jeans, a warm bed, and our dog Oliver.

It's been the kind of week where there have been heads shaking, tears falling, and fears mounting. It started with the bombs in Boston. Then the threatening letters laced with ricin that targeted President Obama and Mississippi Senator Roger Wicker. And Wednesday evening it was the tragic explosion at a fertilizer plant in Texas. There are several fatalities, many injured, and extensive property damage. To the people of Boston and the people of West, Texas-we are pulling for you.

And then there's the weather. It was more snow for winter-weary Minnesotans and Illinois flooding that created car-eating sinkholes, along with severe weather more typical of this time of the year.

Bitter ironies-like bombs exploding in Boston and then fertilizers similar to those used in the Oklahoma City bombing exploding in Texas. Humorous ironies-conducting a tornado drill in the middle of a snowstorm.

It's been unsettling, disturbing, sad, frustrating. It hasn't been a typical week. But it has still been a week in which we can find gratitude.

I came across a story about a man named Joe Berti from Austin, TX. He finished the Boston Marathon on Monday just seconds before the bombs exploded. His wife and her friend were hit by shrapnel, but okay. Berti and his wife headed home on Tuesday and Joe went to work on Wednesday. Returning from a meeting in Dallas on Wednesday evening, driving on Interstate 35, Berti saw the black smoke rising from the original fire at the fertilizer plant, then saw and felt the explosion. Debris hit his car and he had to drive through smoke from the explosion.

Lucky or unlucky? Berti and his wife definitely say they feel lucky. (Though not emotionally unscathed I'm sure.) In fact, this quote from Amy Berti sums up how many of us have been feeling this week: "We're grateful that God has been merciful to us. We are just praying for the people who were so much less fortunate than we were."

Well-said Amy Berti.

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