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It’s been raining non-stop here. The kind of steady, gray rain that keeps everything still. I stayed in bed most of the day—worked a little, prayed a lot, and kept the news on the entire time.
The Hill Country Is on My Mind
The rescue efforts out of the Hill Country have consumed me. As of right now, there have been 50 confirmed deaths—14 of them children. Most of those little ones were from Camp Mystic. That number keeps hitting me like a punch to the chest. It’s not just a tragic story on the news—it’s personal.
I See My Grandgirls in Their Faces
Every time I see a photo of one of those girls, I think of my grandgirls. I can’t help it. I see their faces. I think about how excited those campers probably were just days ago. I think about the parents who trusted they’d be safe. And I think about the families now living out their worst nightmare. My grandson was just at church camp last week! My anxiety has been through the roof. I can’t stop thinking about the what-ifs.
Just a Few Months Ago…
We were in that same part of the Hill Country just a few months back. I’ve talked before about how much I love it out there. It’s one of my favorite places in Texas. At that time, it was bone dry. The rivers were too low to float. No swimming. No boating. Nothing. And now—just like that—it’s completely different. The weather turned deadly in hours. It’s hard to wrap my head around how fast it all changed.
A Day of Grief and Prayer
I didn’t do much today in the traditional sense. I didn’t clean the house or run errands or even leave my bed for long. But I felt everything today. I prayed harder than I have in a long time. I cried for people I don’t know. I sat with the weight of it all and tried to process something that doesn’t make sense.
I Won’t Forget
Even when the news coverage slows down, I won’t forget today. I won’t forget those children or the families left behind. I won’t forget the fear I felt watching it unfold or the helplessness that settled in my chest. The next time I’m in the Hill Country I will make sure I pay my respects like I always do when visiting the Devil’s Backbone.
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Lisa Crow contributed to this article. She is a true crime junkie and lifestyle blogger based in Waco, Texas. Lisa is the Head of Content at Gigi’s Ramblings and Southern Bred Crime Junkie. She spends her free time traveling when she can and making memories with her large family which consists of six children and fifteen grandchildren.