There’s always been a part of me that has never liked accepting the fact that floods can come. (Again, I’m referring to spiritual floods in this series.) Especially as a faith-filled, Spirit-filled, overcoming believer. I’d rather think myself, my life, my family impervious to the waters. And if I should ever face them, I’d rather focus on praying…

My earliest experience with a flood was in July of 1979. I was only 5 years old and my family and I were living in Friendswood, Texas. We hadn’t been there long.