When most people plan to spend money and time traveling, they want to find relaxation, peace, beauty and wonder at the world. My most recent trip did not provide any of those desired expectations, but it is the most life-changing experience! I wish I could give every human alive an opportunity to travel the world and see it through the lens I experience on this trip.
I just got home from South East Texas (Port Arthur) helping relieve aftermath of Hurricane Harvey with the Mormon Helping Hands group. In trying to process and describe my weekend, my thoughts and emotions are bouncing all over the place. One second I’m crying, then I’m disgusted and then exhausted. The things we experienced are really indescribable. I felt every emotion as we journeyed through this horrible disaster. And I am only an observer from a distance of the chaos. I can’t imagine the feelings and thoughts of those living this nightmare. The trip is so overwhelming, I can only describe it with snippets of emotions that washed over me throughout the trip.
- Anxiety for an early alarm and making it to the meeting spot at the church on time.
- Sleepy at 4 am
- Worried about the safety of drivers in all the groups
- Buoyed up by the numbers at the church meeting spot
- Excited to serve
- Fear of scarcity of gas and scarcity of time to work
- Reliance on God to provide for our need of gas
- Appreciation of Him providing for us
Arrival in Port Arthur
- Shock
- Unimaginable destruction
- Pity for the entire town
- Unworthy to do this major work for them
- Jaw-dropping breath-sucking disbelief
Job Site
We pulled up to our ‘job site’ which was the only house on the street without a pile of household-items-turned- junk in front of it.
- Anticipation
- Gung-ho
- Enthusiasm to get started
- Overwhelm at the amount of stuff in the house.
- Disgust at the moldy, mildew smell
- Determination to get it done
- Unsure, Where to start, what to do? Where are my efforts best used?
- Inadequate in what I can give
- Appreciative of teamwork and the homeowners working with us
- Monotonous… load after load of stuff out of the home
- Hopeful at progress, and then another bout of …
- Despair at the amount of work
- Potent smells
- Hot
- Sweaty
- Sticky
- Exhausted
- But unwilling to give up
- Glad for a lunch break
- Proud to finish 3 de-junking rooms 100%
- Puzzled about how to get the swollen wooden built-in drawers open
- Impressed with the organization and structure of the church (all 100% volunteers)
- Humbled by the sacrifices in time, money and effort of all 1000+volunteers that each had their own story in getting to Port Arthur.
- Thankful for my church family providing a hot, delicious meal
- Pleasure in the best shower of my life
- Tired
- Nervous about being able to camp out and sleep in a room with 300 people
- Mad at the bear-snoring sleeper
- Freezing cold with only a small blanket
- Comfort with a towel-turned-blanket at 2 am
The next morning
- Rejuvenated to start again
- Inspired by the numbers of helpers willing to endure the long night together, the long car ride and the exhausting work
- LOVE for my fellow church members at the sacrament meeting that was held.
- Awe for the Atonement and sacrifice of Jesus Christ to heal and redeem us, to take the mess of our lives and restore us to whole and completeness
- Peace of Jesus Christ
- Strong conviction of the power of the Healer and the Redeemer
- Strength in my covenant to serve Him by serving my fellowman
- Wonder at the beauty of real-life angels, willing to get dirty to serve others rather than the stereotype of angels wearing pure white and praising God in song only
- Gratitude my husband is such a good husband and father to allow me this opportunity away from my four kiddos
- Yearning to be with my family
- Thankful to have a peaceful time to meditate and reflect on the Sabbath without my kids
- Ready to start again
- The incredulity in the number of walls and sheetrock throughout a house
- Nervous of the black mold and lead paint and asbestos
- Sadness at throwing out such nice furniture
- Kindness toward those we are serving
- Empathy, so much empathy
- Humility – Why not me? Why do they have to go through this?
- Frightened for the mom who told me her story. {She laid out the first day of school clothes and backpacks and 4 hours later huddled with her kids on the couch as the water came pouring in and 911 calls were unanswered.}
- Irritated at those who aren’t giving their all to help these people
- Powerful with a body that won’t give up
- Persuasive to keep the teenagers going
- Understanding to allow the aging breaks
- Drained during my break, wondering how to start again, and then
- Surprised at my body’s ability to continue and endure
- Watching a garbage truck with a crane pick up, lift and crush all of their personal belonging – HEART-Breaking
- Tearful
- Only one hour left… Relief
- Immediately followed by guilt
- Sorrow for those who can’t get out of the stench and muck
- Head-shaking distress about the future of those we are leaving
- Crushed that we didn’t have time or means to help more
- Baffled at the future they will have to live
Unsatisfied with leaving a job half done
- Weary
- Frustrated we can’t stay longer
- Ashamed at the mess we made in the nicest house on the street
- Regret at all things I should’ve done and way could’ve used my time more wisely
- Amazed by those who worked with me despite age or health concerns.
- Inspired by the heart and peace of the homeowners, and their slow movements to tear down all they’ve lived in for 10+years
- Helpless as we drive away
- Hopeless and
- Hopeful -all at the same time
- Confused
- Fearful of their future
- Prayerful that God can heal their heart and rebuild their lives.
- Painful at the reminder of how my entire community and city made their donations and then moved on with their lives when these people are trapped.
- Wishful that more people would give of themselves working hard to help others instead of only meager donations and prayers
- Heavy
- The desire to do more
- Disappointed I’m so far away to help
- Upset at my beautiful home and things in it
- Perplexed because ‘things’ in this world aren’t the most important, yet it is such a part of our lives that losing things feels like losing life.
- Concerned I have my priorities on ‘things’ instead of love and relationships
- Sorry I couldn’t do more
- Sure that my life will never be the same
- Compassion for my brothers and sisters in the family of God
If you ask me about my trip and how it was, I may just stare blankly and let my mind rush through all these thoughts and feelings. When the tears form, know that it is a mix of all the ugly and beautiful of the world. I hope every person gets to experience giving back to humankind.
Please add a humanitarian trip to your bucket list, ASAP!
Port Arthur, Beaumont, Houston, Miami, Montana, Carribean Islands, all those affected by storms, fires and the ravages of nature: I love you and wish I could fix it.
I have every confidence in a God who can use these temporal tragedies to build our character and faith in Him when we turn to Him. He can make all things work together for our benefit and our progress.
And in the process, I will stand by you and cry with you. And show you God’s love for you.
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2 Comments
Jamie, I’m ugly-crying here at my house, knowing how profoundly, indescribably grateful that family is for your service last weekend. Thank you for reaching out to serve and lift them. I am so proud to be your sister.
Well done documentary of emotions felt while doing service with Harvey aftermath. You have a gift with words and expressions. Thank you for sharing that gift; thank you for your service. Those of us in our golden years live vicariously through your sharing. Please keep it up. Love this blog. Feeling Gratitude for knowing the Harper family, Marlene Cupit