What a day it was yesterday…the tornadoes started early in Alabama. I wasn’t expecting the first round to be severe, I only expected the late afternoon to get ugly. For me, the anticipation is worse than the storm. I started praying about (and dreading) the weather on Thursday. Friday, when the sirens were wailing and the hail was coming down in buckets…I was surprisingly calm. Last night when strong winds were blowing and it was raining hard, but no sirens, I was as nervous as a cat.
The Shoals was blessed, we were spared major damage. There is a lot of damage left in the path of these storms over the last couple of days, lives lost, homes destroyed. I fell asleep last night praying for the people I don’t know, but God knows them all by name.
My sisters live in Limestone County, which got hit pretty hard. Both of them are safe and sound, and I am thankful. Greg Cook sustained heavy damage to his home, but was reunited with his his best friend, Coco. He buried his mother just last week. I teared up when I read his story
It’s going to be a beautiful weekend here in The Shoals.
I am very blessed and very thankful.