Like all those affected by the tornadoes.
Those people are utterly and completely helpless, at the hands of Mother Nature and her wrath. Though one thing that always *gets* me in the wake of tragedy are the heroic and inspirational stories of hope and survival. Of a boy who rescued his family. Or a baby found after days of searching. After a lone tree is found standing in the midst of disaster. No matter what happens in our lives...the personal tornadoes, both physically and metaphorically, that make us question our faith or our finiteness, just remember there is one thing you can control:
How much hope you hold on to.
Some might say it doesn't make a difference, whatever will be, will be. I believe coma patients awaken after years of darkness because of hope. I believe cancer in special little men will go into remission for good, because of hope. I believe my second child is still growing inside me, because of hope. That's not to say that those who have it, and still endure tragedy, aren't hopeful enough or aren't deserving of a better outcome.
But I am saying that in a world full of rejection and NO and "I'm so sorry," if you do nothing else, hold onto the hope that better things will come. Somehow, someway. Because without it, exactly what are you holding on to?
What are you hoping for today?