It's been two weeks now since the tornado hit and placed a marker in time in my life.
The tornado ravaged my community, but my house was spared. Not a shingle torn from the roof. Not a tree ripped from its roots. But when I climb to the top of my property, I see the edges of the disaster. And I realize (stronger than I ever have before) the strength of my God's protecting arm.
I wonder, "Why NOT me?"
And I cry. Over. And over. And over.
Come soon, Lord Jesus!