Storms racked the Midwest yesterday. I got to leave work early to drive as fast as I (somewhat safely) could through heavy rains to beat a possible tornadic cell to my house to warn Coondog what was coming. We made plans to head to the neighbor's new storm shelter if it looked like one would drop on us. It's a new shelter and we haven't seen it yet so we also made plans on which bridge to hide under in case the shelter was tiny and we were forced to leave Ladybug in it with our friends while we scrambled for cover. We didn't think this was likely but it never hurts to be prepared. Since Coondog and I grew up in tornado alley, we were pretty calm about it.
Plus, while it's wise to take precautions, all life is in God's hands so ultimately what happens is His decision. That's the key to my nonchalance about the dangers of storms. It drives Coondog crazy that I can sleep right through one, even if warning sirens go off. I love a good storm - the power and thrill of it then the fresh face the world puts on the next day.
That's not to say all things are fresh now. Lives were lost in these storms and I pray for peace for their loved ones. Only God can truly heal their hurt. It is up to Christians in their communities to rally around them and love them through their pain, to remind them through their actions that love is more powerful than anything, even storms and death. Where there is God, there is hope and God is everywhere. Isn't that a glorious thought?
"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning." Psalm 30:5
Thanks for the uplifting post!
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