A tornado swept through Louisville last June. Trevor and I were caught in its path as we tried to get home. We saw roofs swept off and power line poles snap as if they were dry stems of straw. We scrambled to find a safe place but businesses closed their doors and we waited in a parking lot til the tornado's path change to allow us a safe drive back home.
Today, we left a playground park when we first heard the thunder. Our son, Peter, his wife, Grace and our granddaughters, Anna and Abigail (daughter of Kirsten and Tim) traveled with us looking forward to a hot meal. Within ten minutes, the wind buffeted our van as rain poured down in curtains. The line of cars slowed as visibility reduced and branches and trees littered the street. Discovering a smashed signal light between us and home, we turned down an alternative street. Within moments, visibility reduced to zero and the trees threatened to topple. We cautiously pulled into the zoo parking lot finding a spot away from trees waiting for the storm to pass. Thanking our Lord for His protection we comforted our grandkids and prayed for protection on Jonathan who was at home. When we waddled home, everything was fine at our house but the electrical lines took the brunt of the storm so we" pioneered" through dinner, baths, and bed preparations with waning daylight and candles.
One time in each storm, I called 911 to alert the emergency responders of downed power lines. These are haunting calls to make. We are so grateful for the emergency personnel's selfless work but I do not care to call them one more time.
Being in a vehicle during each of these storms have exposed my vulnerability, helplessness, and complete dependence on God's mercy.
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