The rain poured off my roof this afternoon, and the pea-sized hail clattered on our patio. The tornado sirens wailed to life, quieted down, and then howled again. My Oklahoma children came screaming down the stairs and dashing in my general direction.
“Where is the tornado?” my 10 year old asked with barely consoled terror. He knows tornadoes, they all do. A lifetime in Oklahoma has taught them that fear.
I glanced up from folding laundry to see the weather maps showing the storms to be almost an hour away from us. “Calm down,” I told them. “There is no need to panic. This is just rain and tiny hail. When it’s time to panic, I’ll tell you.”
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5 comments:
Much like us toward Our Father...
We fear and we too must go to Him. He too will tell us when it is time to panic...
Beautiful. Simply Beautiful.
I hate to type it here, but I guess I must.
You were my first "find" when I began to gain the courage to blog. And now that I do and that I have been acknowledged as read-worthy by a fellow blogger via the Versatile Blogger Nomination, I extend it to you.
Perhaps for someone who has such a high readership and loyal following it is no big deal, but I do admire you and love your courage.
Thus, please accept it with all the admiration that goes along with it.
God Love You ♥
I accept it gratefully! It is a huge deal. I am so touched when people give me one of these, and am thrilled when the children give me the time to get to them. I'm headed over to your place now!
Thank You!!!
God Love You and Your Beautiful Family ♥
You've got a new friend. I have 2 children with cystic fibrosis and I get it (found you via CMR).
Love, Allison
Allison, I'm so sorry that you get it, but happy that you found me.
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