To many people that automatically translates as “earthquake” country!
And yes, most of my life has been spent in the thick of the San Andreas Fault which cuts across California to form the tectonic boundary between the Pacific and North American Plates.
Eighteen years ago when I moved away from the Bay Area to the Central Valley where the cows and the almond trees play, I celebrated!
You see, I remembered the horrible damage done by the Loma Prieta quake in 1989. If it were not for God’s grace, I would most likely have been in the thick of some of that mess. My car could have been among those traveling on the portion of the Cypress freeway which collapsed. However, about three hours earlier I felt led to cancel the ATM training I was supposed to do later that evening in San Francisco.
Back to my celebration for sharing space with agriculture and the California Delta. Everything was wonderful until one afternoon our house was slammed by the tail end of a quake which was much farther reaching than we ever expected.
In about the same space of time, came some fierce flooding. Summer fires in the Northern part of the state had wiped out tons of previously forested land. Strong winter rains sloshed the naked hillsides sending debris and mud barreling into the rivers and streams. By the time that muck reached Central Valley levees and the waterways of the Delta, the strain was too much. Water and mire pushed through the weak levees destroying homes, businesses, roads and farmland. Everything was affected, power and water included. Our water was obtained from an aquafor which was now contaminated. Power and water service was interrupted and with certain highways closed, stores were unable to receive deliveries.
That made me sit up and take notice. We were not prepared …..for anything.
Little by little we began accumulating some long-term storage foods. We educated ourselves and built up an emergency pantry with personal care items and small medical supplies.
This arsenal functioned well and I drew from it regularly to compile bags for needy moms and the homeless.
Without warning, last Christmas, my husband suffered a work injury to his back and neck which severely affected the use of his shoulder, arm and fingers. He could not work. Our budget went from flexible to full on ” squeeze-mode!” It remained that way all year.
So, while many of those types of foods may not be the absolute best in terms of nutrition or taste, I can honestly say that we welcomed the learning curve. There were a few faux-pas, but we successfully succeeded incorporating them into a number of palatable dishes that served to feed our bodies! I had to pat myself on the back!
An added perk was that we managed to train ourselves to have considerably less picky palates …and we can make do with and a lot less meat!
One last thought. As God spoke to my heart about blessings, He let me know that His kids could have a lot more in the way of blessings if they were less picky about the source or sources that He chooses to use to provide the blessing.
The Word informs us that it is the person who is willing and obedient who will eat the good of the land.
While enjoying the challenges of the journey, not only did we survive, but we thrived under God’s loving care and direction!