Stormy Times
As most probably heard, we had some severe weather hit our area the first week of February. It was hard to watch the destruction and hear people’s stories, but there were some survival stories that amazed me and touched my heart. Like the small child who was found, alive, in the middle of a field, under some rubble. That, in itself, seemed like a miracle to me, but the crews also found a small photo album, with pictures of his mother, who had lost her life to the tornado, holding him in the hospital. In such an awful situation, it’s nice to know that when he grows up he’ll be able to have that memory to look at.
Although much of what I saw from the tornado destruction was on the news some it was on property that I grew up on and family members homes. Two of my family member’s lost their homes to the storms and my mother’s home was damaged as well, but liveable. In my mom’s yard we had two huge trees uprooted and one that demolished a large back deck. The room where I used to sleep had the side torn off and the roof caving in. Looking at the area it was hard to see the twisted metal, the appliances scattered, and personal belongings ruined. In the midst of it all, I had to realize how blessed we were that my family wasn’t in their home when it occured and that no one was killed or injured. I know that the Lord took care of all of them and it is because of Him that my mother’s house is still standing and that she can provide our family who lost their home with a place to live for a while. After all, all those material things lost in the tornado mean nothing compared to having life and a family to share it with.
– I also want to commend and thank the American Red Cross, FEMA, the military personnel, the Southern Baptist Men’s Group, and the MANY other volunteers who gave their time to aid in the clean up and help all the victim’s of the storms get back on their feet.
