Twisters at night? Wow, how fun is that?
We don’t really live in tornado alley. While tornadoes aren’t a rare occurrence by any stretch, we don’t see as many of them as, say, folks in Kansas, Oklahoma, and the like. Farther south in our happy little state, they’re more frequent, but this far north? Not so much.
Last year (I think it was last year; I’m too lazy to look it up now), a tornado struck a small town in the southern area and did some major damage. One of the people from our church packed up his truck and headed down to assist in the aid and recovery efforts. Since then, nothing really.
Until last night.
We knew severe thunderstorms were on their way. A fast wind out of the south told us a collision of air masses was imminent. But we didn’t expect the magnitude we got. Constant lightning, driving rain, quarter-sized hail, and yes, tornado sightings.
I have a couple of kids who, despite being raised in the Midwest, and despite never seeing Mom or me panic at the mention of tornadoes, absolutely freak when they hear there could be one. And when the sirens go off and it’s not the first Tuesday of the month? Forget it.
So last night I had a panicked little girl weeping fearful tears and a nervous teenaged boy trying hard not to look nervous. And when the sirens went off, even I got a little edgy.
But thanks be to God Most High, He got us through without noticeable harm. I didn’t see any dings in the car, but didn’t really take time to look, either. We live in an apartment, and when the weather service puts out an alert saying you oughta take cover, well…the only place worse to be is in a trailer park, I guess.
So, thank You Lord, for once again having Your hand over us, protecting us. Not everyone made it to morning unscathed, but we never even lost power. So we have something to be grateful for, even on a Monday.
Hope your weekend was pleasantly uneventful.