A Writer Without Words

Good writers are supposed to have words, and avoid anything that sounds sensational or exaggerated. For the past several days I’ve had a hard time coming up with appropriate words. And though the sentences that have finally begun to take shape in my mind are most certainly dramatic, when I look at the destruction and devastation that surrounds me in my hometown, I assure you the thoughts and observations shared are not over-dramatic in the least. They are true. They are painful.

Last week, our rural area in Southeastern North Carolina experienced some of the worst of Hurricane Matthew. As Matthew spun toward the coasts of the Carolinas, residents were urged to move inland to safety. Lumberton, where I live, has long been considered one of the “safe” areas; we are 90 miles from the coast, located conveniently on Interstate 95, and have plenty of hotels. What no one knew was that Matthew’s wrath would move inland, causing historic flooding of catastrophic proportion. The Lumber River, named for its essential contribution to the town’s early industries of turpentine and logging, was already 1 foot above flood stage due to thunderstorms the prior week. During Hurricane Matthew, the river rose an additional 12 feet above its swollen banks – – – 4 feet above its historic high – – – heaving it’s churning, dark waters beyond its boundaries. Levees and dams were compromised, leaving homes and businesses in and out of flood zones underwater. Many still are. Thousands had to be evacuated and hundreds rescued by air and boat. The scenes around me echo that of New Orleans with Hurricane Katrina, only our county is not as densely populated.

All around me are images that I would never expect to see in this peaceful, slow-paced community.


The recreation center, where my husband and I had our first date and danced our first dance as teenagers while Mr. Bill Sapp walked around shining his flashlight on swaying couples, has been turned into a shelter and feeding station.

The Sunday school classrooms that my sons and their friends once sat in at First Baptist Church, Lumberton, now houses a Disaster Relief Team of 50+ gracious Mennonites who are serving 1100 hot meals a day. They will leave in a month and our church will house their clean-up team. Then their construction team.

The junior high school we attended is underwater, and my husband drove 8 miles down a county road yesterday with water on each side as far as he could see.

The sound of sirens and helicopters is a familiar one, as rescue and recovery continues. Who knows what carnage is yet to be discovered.

People are texting and flooding Facebook with messages trying to locate their loved ones. At least those who have a source for charging their phones are. I found myself calling a national hotline to try to locate an 84-year-old family friend who was in one of the hardest hit neighborhoods. It took four days before we were told she was safe.


There is no running water in Lumberton. The town’s water plant is underwater and its infrastructure destroyed. We are told it may be a month before we have a water source. Our neighbors and even friends miles away somberly carry buckets to our swimming pool to retrieve water for flushing their toilets. Then they return the next day. We try to be lighthearted about our “pool water flushing ministry”, but it really is no joke. Conversations about personal waste and hygiene are commonplace; no one, including myself – – – a self-professed “germaphobe” – – – is concerned about what is socially appropriate conversation. We all pee. We all poop. We have to find a way to survive as hygienically as possible in a world with no running water. There is no shame in that.

The employees at my father’s nursing facility have cared for their patients without water for the past week, hand carrying buckets of water from a retaining pond to flush toilets and mop floors. Some of the employees lost everything – – – their homes, all of their possessions, yet they are there working and taking care of others whom they consider more vulnerable. Thankfully, a FEMA water tanker arrived today to provide much-needed assistance.

As I meet folks who have lost everything, I see the shock and hollowness in their eyes. We were one of the poorest counties in our state before this happened. What will become of us now? Those that have the means will rebuild, but what about those who had little means before? It is going to take all of us and many beyond our borders to help.

My husband and I operate 7 McDonald’s restaurants in this area. We realize that our organization is critical to the economy in an already struggling economic environment. We are struggling to get as many of our restaurants open as possible, as we know that this will provide hope for our neighbors and essential work for our “McFamily”. We are checking on our staff, trying to determine those most affected and meet needs as best we can. And those dear people so want to be back in business! My husband had tears in his eyes last night as he told me about one employee who was rescued from his home and one of the few possessions he saved was his work uniform, because he wanted to be able to come to work. His restaurant and fellow crew members are community for him; it is a place to belong, to contribute, to feel normal – – – at least for a little while.

Those who fared better than others are volunteering: working in shelters entertaining restless children, sorting donations of clothing and personal items that are flowing in, collecting items and shepherding affected families, listening to stories of inspiring rescues and devastating loss. FEMA, the National Guard, law enforcement officers, utility workers, The Red Cross, The Salvation Army, local clergy, the Mennonites and North Carolina Baptist Men, Tide’s Loads of Hope, and too many others to name are working tirelessly to rescue, feed, comfort, house, repair, and they are exhausted and saddened. I can see it in their eyes. I recognize the same look in my own.

In the parking lots of shopping centers that had already seen better days even before the storm, long lines of haggard residents form as bags of food and clean water are handed out. Matthew was no respecter of socioeconomic class, race, or communities. People young and old, African-American, White, Native American, Hispanic, stand next to one another awaiting any help that is available. These are proud, hardworking, salt-of-the-earth people who find themselves in an unbelievable situation and are trying to do the best they can.

While the storm has not magically washed away pre-existing prejudices and tensions between those who have and those who have not, it has leveled the ground in terms of shared humanity. Somehow seeing one another in wrinkled, sweaty clothes with no makeup and hair that has not been washed in a week makes us more connected to one another. I and others do see pockets of hope among the devastation, and they spur us on during these trying days. I wonder if the devastation of Hurricane Matthew will bring us together and eventually create greater understanding among our diverse community. And yet, while I hope this, I also know that this storm could either bring out the very worst or the very best in us. I pray it is the latter.

Lord, hear my prayer.

25 thoughts on “A Writer Without Words

  1. Lisa, thank you for sharing this journey with us. It is an honor to be able to follow your well-ordered steps. This is an inspirational start. I look forward to the posts to come.


  2. Lumberton is where I was born and my mother’s family is still there. I can not imagine what life must be like there now. My husband lived in Slidell Louisiana where Katrina made landfall first. He has told me tales of the devastation, how his daughter’s home was swept away right beside his home. He had built his like those at the beach on 15′ 4×4 posts. The water lapped the bottom of the platform where his house sat. The cleanup was slow and dangerous as alligators and snakes were everywhere….the losses were tremendous. Not only possessions and homes but lives and memories caught on film. Photo albums and heirlooms.

    And now, now this is real to me. All of these things have happened to not only one person I know but family. My mama’s only living sister. I don’t even know what has happened to her. Mama’s cousins and nephews; I hope they are all ok. I pray they are. I did hear from my cousin, she says they are all ok but will they be ok for the next month. Do they have homes to go to? My daughter is going down Sunday taking supplies and hopefully finding out what’s happened to our family. I love them all…


    1. it’s hard I’m here now. not just cus the storm but everyday life now since this flood it’s gona take so much to come bak from this. Ty all for yur prayers we cud sure use them all. God’s blessings


  3. Being right here among the city and surrounding communities as I read this, pictured the many many experiences Matthew brought to town.. I have seen tears from those I never imagined , it’s going to be a journey and I’m glad so many here know God as savior for the Son is shining and He loves all, hears our prayers and knows our needs.


  4. Your post brought tears to my eyes. So… many days and times I found myself rushing through life busy accomplishing my “agenda” list. The events that have happened these last days have truly brought my “agenda” to a screeching halt forcing me to realize how foolish I had been.
    God help us all to realize the truly important things in this life – Your blessings and most importantly the mission you set before us. …. when you do this to the least of these you do this for me “.
    May God give you and all the others who are suffering His Perfect Peace during this time of such sadness. I pray that complete restoration comes quickly to your community.


  5. Thank you for such a poignant and touching first hand account. We have family there and have been glued to the coverage. We sent supplies from our community yesterday and I pray that each item is multiplied as I know God can. Love to you, your family, and your precious community.


  6. This is so heartfelt, I understand I’m speechless of what I see and the people broken, lost, wondering what’s next i shall continue to pray for everyone that may can’t pray for themselves, God Bless You for helping me by just reading this message. I Love You for your words .


  7. Beautiful, thank you for sharing the nitty gritty of these trying days. Know that we are prepared and ready to help. PrYers continue for you and Lumberton.


  8. You’ve taken the words right out of my mouth … and the feelings that my heart holds . We all live in different parts of the city… but we are all neighbors ” hands helping mend hearts”


  9. I was born in Lumberton and grew up,in Saint Pauls. Having left the area over 30 some years ago, I am heartbroken of the devastation Matthew left behind. This storm was unforgiving, yes, but what we are all now withessing is truly touching. A local church where I now reside (Belmont NC) has begin an ongoing donation center for items that will be sent your way. “We all can’t do everything, but each of us can do something.” My prayers and love are being sent your way.


  10. Lisa, so true and compassionate are your words. I always tell everyone about Lumberton’s (my hometown) salt- of- the earth people! Surely, the latter will happen and unity will remain. ” Walk amoung the least of these,” Jesus said, and be humble. Praying for my hometown and all of eastern NC.


  11. I am humbly touched by your words especially about your employee saving his uniform so he could work at your restaurant. I am thankful that a person of your status has a loving heart instead of one made of stone. Lisa you are truly an 😇 angel.


  12. God has given you a gift. Your words did not invoke pity, but pride and a deep sense of respect. Americans are tough and rise in times of disaster. We rise higher than our rivers that wash away people’s homes and work harder than the very hurricane winds that blow and try to tear our communities apart. I am praying for the strong people of Lumberton and will find a way to help. Because that’s what Americans do. Thank you for your beautiful message in the face of disaster.


  13. Lisa, all this is beyond my imagining: not my state, again? Not the good people of Lumberton and eastern NC where I grew up, have family and friends?! But yes. Your words bring us face to face with the heartache, the loss and unimaginable tasks of clean up and starting again, the true picture you see there in Lumberton.
    Ever grateful for these teams of selfless people with food, water and hope for the Lumberton community.
    By faith, we all know that in time, things will be set right; people will persevere, come along side of those in need. So, now, may we all be the hands, the feet, the heart of Christ heeding the guidance of the Holy Spirit as we pray and help in all ways possible.
    May God direct our steps…


  14. Lisa, thank you for taking the time to share this story. For those of us far removed from the flooding, you have made it very real. You have also given me specific information to include in my prayers. I pray for God’s blessings on you, Kenneth and your greater community.


  15. So beautifully written-Lisa. Keeping you all in my prayers. From afar ( Greensboro-so not that far) , it appears that the LATTER is indeed happening there. Thanks for sharing.


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