gathering days…two hundred ninety.
Just spent a couple hours in the emergency shelter. What they call a ‘catastrophic size’ tornado was on the ground near the airport. When you’re watching this on the news it doesn’t help that the anchor is clearly nervous.
It doesn’t help when he leaves the screen and you just see the radar going back and forth.
People respond differently in a shelter. Everyone’s anxious in their own way. A two year old stood at my knee and said, ‘I pull my hat down like this (hiding his face) and no tornado!’
I think the grown-ups were wishing it were that easy.
In the midst of the chaos a man across the room said, Let’s pray for the people outside - that they’ve found a place to be safe.
And in that prayer, with hail raining like cannonballs and wind tossing branches like matchsticks through a peagreen sky…my heart grew quiet.