Sometimes God seems far away and tastes as dry as piece of toast made with day-old bread. At other times , he is the radiant sunshine on a dark and stormy nigh1.
I felt Andre suddenly shaking me awake, his voice unusually somber and fear-laden, telling me that WCCO weather had shown a graphic picture of a tornado headed towards Hopkins. It was at that time 15 minutes away; just enough time for us to go to the basement garage immediately.
Funnel Cloud Spotted in Hopkins As Tornado Warning Ends
The storm is moving swiftly northeast.
By James Warden, Patch Staff, September 2019Just beginning to rouse from my slumber, I looked at my bedside clock thru bleary eyes which confirmed that it was indeed 10:30 PM.
So I told Andre I needed several minutes to collect my thoughts which were a jumble of storm and packing images mixed incongruously with thoughts like “but I’m still cozy under my blanket with my cat curled at my feet.”
At that time I also heard him calling Chris with the news, telling him to get his family (that would be his peacefully sleeping wife and the two toddlers) to their basement, pronto!
I had not seen Andre this concerned except the time the kids were lost in the Russian forest “primeval” so long ago and he called all the men to form search parties. I knew he wasn’t joking.
Since this tornado was about to happen 10:45 PM, I decided to talk to God about it; after all, He’s in charge of the events of my life.
I felt fear when I looked at the lightning and wind outside. I also remembered that being in a wheelchair would present unusual challenges, as would being on the 4th floor, so I prayed that God would stop the Hopkins-bound tornado. Just like that. That there would be no tornado in Hopkins. I was lying in my Hopkins bed unable to walk and I didn’t think it was my time to go to a basement or to die.
When I calmly told Andre that I was not going because God would take care of me, I was sure. Andre tried to talk me out of it, but it didn’t work.
Just as I was dozing off again,I heard the WCCO weatherman tell us all that the Hopkins tornado had suddenly left the radar. Poof. Gone.
Sometimes My Father says “no” and I don’t understand. But every once in a while, he says a resounding “yes”. Those are the times I am to be still and know that He is God. So I am.
by Barbara LaTondresse – 5 October 2019
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