I’m writing from a friend’s computer, at another friend’s home. My home is gone. But, God saved my family from a violent tornado that ripped our house from off the top of us as we clung to each other, with three other families, in our basement.
I beg you for your prayers for our community. It is totally devastated. Our homes are literally flat, trees are uprooted everywhere–it is unrecognizable. (We live on the same property as my parents and their home is gone too.) But much worse, some of our close friends (the Lee Family) were all trapped under their collapsed house; our guys pulled them from the wreckage but their father was killed. Three others were injured and unable to get to a hospital for hours (Med Flight finally arrived). Sherry is left to try to make impossible decisions without a husband while trying to comfort her thirteen children too.
We are all rather numb, confused, at a real loss, trying to survive the hour, just attempting to do the next thing.
There is only one thing I know…my God is faithful, gracious and mighty to save. Underneath all the destruction there is a brewing peace that things are going to be OK because of the God I serve. Even while the roads were still blocked, friends, church family and people from all over started pouring in–walking miles through the treacherous darkness and debris to bring in supplies–food, blankets, generators–people even from other states. I am overwhelmed.
Thank you so much for your prayers.
P.S. The morning of the tornado (Wed.) my mom and I drove my Dad to the ER as he had a heart attack. Again, God proved mighty and merciful and his life was spared, though he spent the first 30 minutes there telling us his goodbyes. Until you have felt that helplessness, it’s hard to fathom. We had only been home a few hours before the tornado struck.