Most atheists agree that Jesus controls the weather. They don’t have some happenstance ‘theory’ to explain things like ‘wind’ and ‘low-pressure systems.’ In fact, the Darwin Institute released a study showing that the weathermen who were the most accurate were those who prayed the hardest.
Kris asked me 7.2 times yesterday to go on a walk, but there was a full slate of baseball games. I prayed for rain. At 8:00 p.m., we walked to the end of the driveway and heard the tornado sirens. Amen.
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We first got the assignment to Kansas in February 2010. We told our friends and family. And got three reactions: “Watch out for the tornadoes,” “Wizard of Oz,” and uncontrollable laughter.
But we got here with semi-open minds and a pregnant belly. And we liked it. The church folk were friendly, the job was engaging, and the food was pesto.
Jesus threw us interesting weather patterns: The first night we were here, we golfed with the hail. It snowed 18 inches and we were the only ones to shovel the drive… the snow melted the next day. And there’s wind.
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Yesterday was the first time we heard the sirens. We took Zach down to the basement as the sky tinged green. We prayed in earnest.
Kris fed Zach while I followed the tornado warnings on the computer. Our county’s warning lasted until 8:30. The rain drowned out the sirens and, for a while, all we could hear was the rain pounding and Zach suckling.
The power flickered off a couple of times, but came right back on. Kris and I sang to Zach: “Lord, prepare me; To be a sanctuary…”
He finished eating and fussed a bit. We sang some more. And noticed it was 8:35. We were past the tornado warning. The rain subsided. And we couldn’t hear the sirens.
So we took a picture of ourselves. Amen.
A small price to pay for not having to go on a walk!
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We rarely have tornadoes in our area, so i can’t imagine living with that threat so much of the time. I guess having a basement helps a little.
Our main weather danger would be the (thankfully) occasional hurricane, and we usually have a few days to prepare for those!
There’s something both proper and protective about having your family huddled in the basement with the sirens competing with the rain. Our basement isn’t exactly roughing it as there are chairs, a bed, and baseball cards down there. There are, however, quite a few wolf spiders to contend with.
Visiting from Diana’s blog ~ love your ‘about me’ and the posts I’ve read! I’m in the Boston area, so weather is rarely a scary deal. My husband grew up in central Oregon, and I remember my first visits there put God in a whole other category for me ~ the nature, sky, mountains are so vast…they dwarfed me! And so quickly “made” God bigger. I cherish our visits there. Love the song you sang, with God, to your baby. Must have been scary!
Thanks for stopping by! My two favorite places in the world are the Redwood forest and Bryce Canyon, Utah. Both are great places for inhaling God and exhaling city.
I’ve not made it up to Boston yet, but I’m keen to get to Fenway before Yaz retires. 😉
I don’t know how you could be so calm after hearing sirens for tornadoes. In New York just recently, people freaked out just because there was a tiny warning for one…though NY never gets them.
Amen.
Praise God we didn’t have to go to the scary room!
It was a pretty nice evening with you two boys, all in all.
amien! hope you always happy with your family :), greating from Indonesia..
Old friend of Kristi’s here. (Old as in childhood, not old as in age.) Welcome to Kansas. Of course you would move her there after I move away. Now I’m in Utah and I’d have to agree with you on the Bryce Canyon thing. Also: good stories.
Thanks for looking, nice to meet you… Utah is one of my favorite places and I’d love for us to get stationed there. It appears you forgot to take the wind with you when you left Kansas. Our garden is suffering!