A week ago today, most of Kandern was afraid our beloved creek would overflow and flood the town. A couple years ago, a never-ending construction project started in Kandern in an attempt to make the creek able to withstand a flood. We had been scoffing at the idea of a legendary hundred-year flood actually coming to Kandern, but last week it looked like that flood might actually be real.
The rain came down steadily from Thursday through Saturday without a break. By Friday afternoon, our creek was swollen and roaring rather unpleasantly. Some people down the street put sand bags outside their basement parking garage.
The sound of the waters rushing through our normally peacefully bubbling creek reminded me of a Psalm I had read a few days before.
Psalm 93:3-4
The floods have lifted up, O Lord,
the floods have lifted up their voice;
the floods lift up their roaring.
Mightier than the thunders of many waters,
mightier than the waves of the sea,
the Lord on high is mighty!
This creek-river was only a small sound compared to God’s voice!
Saturday we woke up to a light drizzle, lots of big puddles, and a lower creek. No flood, but lots of fun water to jump in.
By Sunday, we were more than ready to welcome a bit of sunshine.
