Southern Tornados

I had seen all the pictures on the news, those sent via email and over the phone, and I had listened to all the horror stories and vivid descriptions of the devastation caused by the tornados that hit our area on Thursday morning.  But nothing I had seen or heard prepared me for my trip into and through Barnesville yesterday.  The bile rose in my throat as I looked at the power of the storm and I wondered how anyone survived this mighty wind.  It brought tears to my eyes as we drove slowly through the Grove Street area and I know that the Buice family was mightily blessed to have escaped with their lives.

My girls had called and ordered me to the bathroom with pillows to cover my body, but pillows would have not been enough if these storms had chose another path.  As I huddled and fervently prayed for protection for me and mine, I realized that we are truly in the hands of God and after seeing the destruction there is nothing humanly possible to protect oneself from this type of disaster. 

My heart goes out to Marty and his family as they try to rebuild their lives without their parent's and I pray for peace to them as they make the long journey through their grief.  I thank God that he spared the lives of so many.