Sunday afternoon my husband, my daughter Anna and I huddled together in our cellar with flashlights as we heard the low rumble of the tornado that skimmed by us just south of our house. The sound lasted less than a minute but was distinctive. When all seemed to be clear, we emerged from our shelter to find the house unscathed. Only a few small limbs were down in the yard. The tornado had missed us. Others were not so fortunate. The cities of Lafayette and Kokomo were hit hard. Luckily only property damage and no lives were lost. But the devastation will takes months to repair and the emotional wounds, years to heal.
I’ve lived in the Midwest my whole life so I’m somewhat used to tornado drills but this was the closest I’ve ever come to one myself. It was a “near miss.” I’ve experienced numerous “near misses” over my lifetime. The most harrowing involved another strong storm. It was midnight when we heard a tremendously loud “crack” with a clap of thunder directly over us. I knew immediately that we had been hit by lightning. I looked all around the house but could not visibly see any damage. After feeling satisfied that all was well, I went to bed. The following morning I just felt that something was wrong. My morning routine was usually to shower first then wake the kids for breakfast. This morning however I first went down to the kitchen to check things out. As I walked into the kitchen, I could hear a hissing sounds that was coming from the basement. As soon as I opened the basement door I knew right away what it was. The smell of gas was strong. I didn’t know it then but the lightning strike had ruptured the gas line as it entered the house. The basement had filled with gas all night. At that moment, all I knew was we had to get out of the house immediately. I hastily woke the kids and we all walked the block down to my sister’s house in our pajamas with the dog in tow.
Shortly thereafter, the repairman from the gas company arrived and I met him in the driveway (still in my pj’s). As we walked up the driveway, the gas indicator he carried started to sound. He looked a little shocked and asked where the electric shut off was. Luckily it was just in the side door to the garage and the gas shut off was just outside it. When it was safe to re-enter the house, the repairman showed me the numerous holes in the gas line in the basement. He said we were extremely lucky that the house did not blow up with the amount of gas that had collected. If the water heater had started up it would have exploded!
If I had taken a shower first as I usually did, I probably wouldn’t be writing this today. What was it or who was it that told me to go to the kitchen first? It makes me shudder to think that the kids and I could have been gone in an instant. Garrett looked at me afterward and said, “Mom, I guess God has more for us to do here.” Yes, I guess He does!
A “near miss” like this and the close call with the tornado bring up so many questions I would like to ask God. When tragedy strikes we ask “why me?” But when it passes us by we ask, “why not me?” I’m still here while others were not so fortunate. I’m thankful and blessed certainly but is there something more You want me to do, Lord?
I don’t claim to understand God’s ways any more than anyone else. There are mysteries that will not be answered until we are face to face with our Creator. But I do believe that God is in control and His plan is perfect. I can’t see it now but every struggle, every tragedy and every blessed “near miss” happens as a part of His great plan. Anymore I don’t ask God “why” but I ask “what are You trying to reveal to me through this experience?” Every step of the way, I am being refined with fire, purified as gold to remove all the impurities in my life. This is a painful but necessary process.
As Thanksgiving is coming near, I am thankful for all the blessings I have been given. The house not being destroyed by the tornado is good but when I really look at what is important, it is nothing. Our relationships with people and with God are the only thing that matters when all else is gone. Love alone remains.
Thank you Lord for Your love and all those I love and who love me here on earth and all those with you in heaven. Amen!