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10/31/2024

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Give if you can – the recent flood has been one of the most devastating experiences we’ve faced, and the work to restore...
10/31/2024

Give if you can – the recent flood has been one of the most devastating experiences we’ve faced, and the work to restore and rebuild has only just begun. Any support, big or small, means the world right now. And if giving isn’t possible, sharing this message is also a tremendous help. Thank you for being a part of this community effort to rebuild and renew.

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I see it in their eyes,a heaviness beneath the smiles,a burden quietly sharedin the spaces where words can’t reach.The h...
10/09/2024

I see it in their eyes,
a heaviness beneath the smiles,
a burden quietly shared
in the spaces where words can’t reach.
The homes may rise again,
but the hearts—they ache,
bruised by memories that flood
without warning.

Brick and wood rebuild,
but who will mend the soul?
We walk among each other,
holding the silence,
sharing glances that say:
I understand this weight you carry,
because I carry it too.

We rebuild not just walls,
but the pieces of ourselves lost
to water, to wind,
to the moment everything changed.
And still, we rise—
not in defiance,
but in quiet solidarity,
a hand on a shoulder,
a glance that holds the weight.

In the after, we gather what’s left—Scraps of wood, torn roots, cracked earth,But also hands, brown and worn,Holding wha...
10/08/2024

In the after, we gather what’s left—
Scraps of wood, torn roots, cracked earth,
But also hands, brown and worn,
Holding what remains of us.
We pull together what the flood tried to scatter,
Rebuilding in rhythm,
Our backs bent to the work, our hearts bent to hope.

There is no silence here,
Only the hum of voices,
The laughter, the grief, the gospel of survival,
Lifting above the mud and wreckage,
As steady as the sun, rising again.
We were not washed away, though many were.
We hold them in our breath, in our hands, in the soil.
Each brick we lay, each stone we lift,
Is a hymn to the lost, a prayer for the living.

We know how to build from broken things—
We’ve been doing it all our lives.
Torn histories stitched into homes,
Old songs carried through the wind,
Teaching us how to stand tall, even in the water.
We are makers, creators, healers.
And now, even as the land shakes off the storm,
We are still here, planting, tending, growing.

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07/21/2024

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I LOVE this Kid! (Rob)
06/26/2024

I LOVE this Kid! (Rob)

I’m looking at you AVL😂
06/04/2024

I’m looking at you AVL😂

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