Through a series of unfortunate events last fall, I ended up in Baton Rouge working in the shelters.
  I saw a lot of pain and stress and hardness during my time down there, thousands of people smooshed together on cots and mattresses, and annihilation galore.
  One day I was walking around outside and saw some kids playing on a playground.
  They yelled for me to come swing them on the swings, so I walked over and started pushing them on the swings.
  I began chatting with them and I asked them if they got caught in the flood.
  One of the boys nonchalantly told me he swam out of New Orleans, I was completely floored.
  I couldn’t believe a little 8-year old boy had to swim out of New Orleans.
  I couldn’t believe that trauma.
  And it was like that all around.

The devastation there has been tremendous and the work left to be done is even more tremendous still.
  And it isn’t just tangible.
  Katrina wreaked havoc emotionally, separating families, destroying memories, and leaving so many people feeling empty.
  I am leading a project in New Orleans starting tomorrow.
  Please pray for me and for all that the Lord wants to do while I am there.
  I am super excited but I need your prayers!
  If he shares something with you, please pass it along!
  Maranatha!