Thankfully, our house is a solid concrete block home,
My other anxiety was the inevitable loss of electricity, because those trees would most likely be falling on power lines throughout the area, disrupting power...and who knows how long it would be before the power company would be able to get around and repair all of the damage and restore our power. Since we also have a well with an electric pump, loss of electricity means loss of water...which creates other interesting complications for living in a house full of people.
So, Thursday night before the storm started I walked around our home and prayed and implored God to build His hedges high around and to give His angels charge over our home and our family, our friends, neighbors, and loved ones, wherever they may be in the path of the storm. I also boldly prayed that God would blow the storm a little ways to the east, out to sea, away from the coastline, and thus lessen the impact upon our state. I mean, what is wrong with asking God to move the storm over a few miles, possibly saving hundreds of lives and protecting our homes, property and coastline from severe damage? After all, Who created the wind and the rain to begin with? Was it not God? And Who commands the stormy winds and seas, and also has the power to still the raging storm at just a word spoken from His mouth?
My hubby and adult sons discovered that not being able to watch the TV or use the computer left them with a whole lot of time to do....?? Well, whatever they could do in the pouring down rain inside a dark house.
|One son taking a nap on the couch|
|Another son eating homemade cookies...|
Our house tends to be a little dark when there is no sunshine, so the brightest area was our sun-porch, which I claimed so I could sit and read.
Hubby joined me for a while, but not being such an avid reader as I, he soon resorted to other activities...counting coins by candlelight? He was bored! Ha!
Throughout the day we heard many trees snapping and popping around us in the woods, and we continued to pray that no harm would come upon our home or anyone we knew.
Throughout the day we kept expecting the storm to get worse, because the weather predictions had been so dire. Since we had no means of communication, there was no way for us to know what was really happening with the intensity of or direction the storm was heading. We just continued to pray and watch and wait.
After supper the rain and wind had actually stopped enough for us to go outside and look around. As we walked out onto our road, we saw many trees felled by the wind, blocking the path for vehicles to get through. So the guys got busy and started cutting up the trees enough so that people could get by.
As we realized that the storm was indeed passing by, and that we had not suffered any serious damage to our property, home, or persons, we truly began to rejoice and give thanks for God's mercy and goodness. We checked on our immediate neighbors and found that they were also safe and sound, and like us, very thankful to be alive. Of course, we still didn't have any electricity or water, but we were safe, our homes were intact, and it was apparent that God had done something special...because this storm was not as bad as it was supposed to have been!
|Happy Me with my Hot Tea!|
|Hubby with his paper.|
As we started reading the paper, my son held up the headlines for me to see: