Yesterday was what meteoroligists call a "busy day". There were over 100 tornados. We had a tornado warning here, and it lit about ten minutes away. It had a path four miles long and 300 yards wide, with 95 MPH winds. It left a narrow trail of damage, while things on either side of it were completly untouched. Huge trees were sliced through neatly and snapped like twigs. It traveled so fast in this sleepy little barn-filled town that it was over before most people could even react. And yet not a single person was harmed. Jesus still stood peacefully watching over his cross shaped garden. And perhaps he was watching over more than the garden. I drove through today and this is what I saw. The roads were closed where the worst damage was.
"Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress. He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed. They were glad when it grew calm, and he guided them to their desired haven. Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for men." Psalm 107:28,31