june 4th.

this weekend justin and i went back to our neighborhood for the first time since we moved everything out of our town house.
it has been almost 40 days since the tornado. i am blown away by how our city has responded and already made a huge comeback.

it was an emotional morning as we drove the streets we walked so often. the tree lined streets are now crowded with debris and rubble.

it was eerie as we pulled up to our townhouse to see something so familiar but not the same as we remember it being. the massive trees that were in front of our home have been cut down, therefore it was extremely hot as we walked around our house.

someone tarped our house and boarded it up. it appeared as if our house was caving in much more than when we left it, yet other than that it was all the same. we peeked behind the wood in the back and our house smelled like mildew [might be one of the worst smells i have ever smelled]

while it was tough to go back and see our town house, it was good to remind us of God's providence. He is good and has a purpose even in tough things like a tornado. i feel like we both have a much better sense of closure.