I am feeling the strange guilt of good fortune that had nothing to do with any foresight or wisdom on my part. Nashville's flood waters are wreaking havoc around us but we are high and dry on our little hill outside of town. My son will go back to school tomorrow, and my husband will drive to work. My water runs clear and my carpets know nothing of contaminated river sludge. While thousands around us have the opposite to say. We could literally go on with our lives as if nothing has happened this weekend and yet...so much has happened.

It's surreal.

Funny too, how in the past 12 months I've had three costly water leaks at my house and now, when a good portion of the surrounding area is under water, we have had nothing but comfort here.

It is late and I am going to bed now. My bed, in my house, where my mattress remembers me, my ears are accustomed to all the creaks and pops around me and my feet can find the bathroom no matter how dark it is. While so many others are aching and uncomfortable on cots in unfamiliar shelters.

I hope that sleep overtakes my thoughts because I'm finding surrender difficult.