I sat quietly on the front gallery of Grand Coteau this past August 12, during a Louisiana rain. There is nothing like a Louisiana storm. The storm wrapped me in prayer, and I let the sound of the rain play in me, widening the crevices of my heart.
It was only the next morning when I saw the headlines of the paper that I realized that I had been listening to the rains of what is now called the Great Flood of 2016. A flood that killed 13 people, destroyed more than 100,000 homes, and displaced more than 10,000 people.