The Storm

We've had a ton of bad weather around here over the last few weeks. Yesterday, though, was a day that won't soon be forgotten.

I woke up around 5:00 to the sound of the tornado sirens, wind howling around our house, the door bucket banging on the front door, fire truck sirens, and more tornado sirens. The storm was pretty bad. Part of our fence wiggled its way loose, a neighbor lost a tree (one of the few in the neighborhood), half of our neighbors lost power.

On the way to work, though, I realized that we were actually very lucky. The damage was much worse in other areas of town. It took me three times as long as normal to get to work. When I finally made it, everyone was trying to get the essential things taken care of because more storms were coming.

The majority of yesterday afternoon was spent waiting. Waiting on more storms. We went ahead and got our "safe place" ready. When Hubs realized that things (mostly leaves, sticks, etc.) were falling from the sky, we decided it was time to go.

Watching the news coverage of one storm after another hitting all around us was terrifying. We knew that we were safe. But so many weren't. Then the pictures of the damage started rolling in. Absolutely devastating.

We are so thankful that we were spared. We are fine. Our home is fine. All of our family and friends are fine.

But we are heartbroken for those who were not so fortunate.

Please join us in praying for all who were affected by the tragic storms that hit our state yesterday.

Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:21-23