Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of the deadly F-5 tornado that ravished Moore, Oklahoma last May.
I wasn’t actually here that day. Huff the Hubs and I were on our babymoon in London. It wasn’t until we got back to the hotel and I was scrolling through Facebook that I saw what was happening to my family and friends back home.
I was terrified. I couldn’t get a hold of anyone for a while, but thankfully, I got in touch with my sister and found out that everyone was safe. When HtH and I got back to the states, we could not believe our eyes. Our community looked like a war zone.
It was devastating to see. Then to learn that two schools were hit and children lost their lives was almost too much to bear. Moore was hurting. We were grieving. We were beaten down.
But we didn’t stay down.
That day (and the days that followed) friends became family, strangers became friends, and ordinary people became first responders. People from all over the nation came to help. The people of Oklahoma showed their resilience, they showed their strength, and they showed that this would not deter their faith.
Moore is rebuilding. And its rebuilding in a big way. Homes are filling up neighborhoods again:
Schools are being rebuilt:
And we remember those who we lost:
Why? Because we’re Okies. And we will not be shaken.