When Hannah King and her neighbors in Canton, North Carolina, heard that Hurricane Helene was coming their direction, they prepared immediately. Even still, when the floodwaters rose, so did their dismay. 

King, a minister, wanted to help however she could, but cellular and internet outages hampered communication. She and her husband began walking through town, striking up conversations, praying with people, and collaborating to help others. 

“Then, my husband started making his way around the county to coordinate broader efforts. I was at home with three small children and no way to hear or share news or participate in citywide projects,” writes King at CT. “My inability to contribute was maddening. I was wracked with a strange combination of frantically wanting to help and being extremely limited in what I could do.”

In “Facing My Limits in a Flood Zone,” King reflects on how Helene reminded her of God’s strength in our weakness. She couldn’t help in all the ways she wanted to, but she could do the next right thing. 

As crises strike in our communities, or as we struggle personally, may we remember that we are loved by a God whose resources are infinite. Our help, most assuredly, comes from him.