Tornado

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!