Every evening for the last week, we have had thunderstorms.
I love a good storm. I did not grow up in tornado country, and got to enjoy just listening to the thunder and watching lightening flash across the sky. I was (am) always impressed with the strength of a storm, and usually just sit and marvel at how much bigger God is than the storm He's created.
Until yesterday.
Yesterday a tornado was spotted about 8 miles north of us and was moving in our direction. In our area there are no basements. Our house has 1 room with no windows.
It is a half bath under the staircase.
Did I mention it is narrow?
And has a toilet and sink taking up space?
As we watched the report on TV showing the storm, we were able to see the storm coming. It was a doozie. A double-doozie, like the cookie from the Great American Cookie Company.
Except not so much. Those are filled with millions of calories of sugary goodness and send you straight to heaven.
Well then I guess you could consider this storm a double-doozie because I thought we were going to go straight to heaven. I was certain that a tornado was coming.
We took cover in the narrow (did I mention that?) 1/2 bath with sad pillows over our heads. Nothing says protection like a 2 for $10 pillow from Walmart.
D thought we had lost our minds. He is calm, cool, and collected in times of calamity. Which I would say is a good thing, considering he is a military man.
He sat by the door and when he thought the time was right, he opened the door.
Sarah, our (almost) 5 year old, started crying and said, "Daddy, close the door! I'm scared! The tomatoes are coming!"
To which we all got a good laugh, and God used it to lighten the mood.
We all climbed out of the bathroom, which looked a little like when people who eat sardines (not me) take them out of the can.
Or a clown car. You know when they just keep coming in a seemingly endless line from a place much too small to hold them all.
We ran to the door and checked to see how the storm was coming along.
Thankfully, no tomatoes today.
1 comment:
I have lived in Tornado alley most of my life and it can be traumatic, esp now. I was okay with the whole tornado thing because I was accustomed to the routine when one comes our way. But one hit near my mom and dad's house while I was staying there off and on one summer Heath had some training in TX. And I had Eli then, he was about 9 month old. It was then, while I clung to that child huddled in the hall under a mattress as the neighbor's roof was destroyed that my ABSOLUTE FEAR of tornadoes began. I just thought awful thoughts of not being able to hang onto my baby and having no control over it. Which now is the one thing that gives me comfort, knowing God is in control of it. I keep my cool on the outside for my kids, while inside I am a bowl of jelly. We pray A LOT and we read the story of Jesus calming the storm, A LOT. Seeking Him is the ONLY comfort I have when one heads this way. And here it's a few times a month! Thankfully we have a basement in the new house and that makes me feel a little better as well. Anyway....we had storms yesterday and last night, but no tomatoes! Hooray!!
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