What a storm! I was tossing and turning, listening to huge hail, seeing endless – and I do mean endless – lightening, and struggling to sleep. At midnight I heard a sound I have never heard in the almost 11 years I have lived in this house. It took me a moment to realize it was the tornado warning siren. I got up, grabbed my phone and went downstairs to hide in the bathroom (the innermost room, with no windows, on the lowest level of the house). Once there, I realized that if we had no power, I would have no light, so I went back upstairs and got a couple of candles and matches – of course I don’t have a flashlight with working batteries. Then I went out to the garage and got my favorite rosary out of the car. Then I got my cup of ice water. Then I hunkered down and prepared to die.
But first, my phone rang. It was my daughter who lives one mile away. We talked and compared notes about where we were getting information. I was using my phone to get to the National Weather Service, she was using her phone to get NOAA. But we both learned there was a tornado sighted very close and that we were to take cover immediately! She was getting text updates from my son’s wife. The baby was sleeping through this! I was so happy to hear it because I thought of her with each deafening thunder clap.
This morning my neighbor and I were both out surveying the damage and taking photos. I have one rose bush with actual buds on it that somehow looks only dinged up, but not smashed. The peonies are history, but the bush will be fine. I may have roof damage, but won’t find out any time soon, the roof is such that I would have to get on it to see what happened, and I am NOT getting on it. There are piles of hail still on the ground, five hours after the hail ended.
In the mail last night was an envelope from the City and County of Denver. I knew that could mean only one thing – a photo radar ticket. And sure enough it was. They sent a photo of me, driving my car – I thought that since it was at a traffic light I was being ticketed for going through a red light. It took me a while to realize that it is a $40. ticket (no points) for stopping over the white line. So, I stopped, but my front tire was over the little line. Holy Crap. I think I am liking the bus more each day.
Sometimes maybe a major case of major depression is good. These things are not really upsetting right now because they just seem like fitting piece of the tapestry of my life. It feels smashed and I feel generally persecuted.
I can write my gratitude, because I do have it.
Mostly I thank God that he doesn’t care what my bank balance is, and he will provide for me, even if I am homeless. And I can face death without dread. Those are no small things.
If we are faithless, he remains faithful – for he cannot deny himself. — 2 Timothy 2:13