Yesterday floods of memories filled my mind. As a matter of fact, every year on April the 3rd, my thoughts go back to 1974 when a tornado came streaking through central Kentucky and took the entire roof off of our house. My poor mom was the only person at home when storm came barreling through our neighborhood. She was wise enough to tuck herself safely into the basement during the worst of the storm. Once downstairs, she heard the sound of the “freight train,” as the tornado whirled and swirled through our house. She heard the explosion of glass and the timbers being blown off the roof, then all was quiet. Very, very quiet.
During the time of the storm, my dad was at work and my twin sister and I were on a band trip in Pennsylvania. Our symphony band was playing with many other bands. It was a concert of sorts. We were loving the trip to the big city of Pittsburgh to see the sights, hear other bands play, and enjoy the luxury of being in a beautiful hotel with our friends.
That morning, I had my devotions, as I was in the habit of doing. I can so clearly remember that I read Matthew 6 –
And also later in the chapter:
I tucked those truths into my heart and went about the day. News began to spread in our group about the storm that had hit our city of Winchester, even doing damage to our high school. All the other 100 students or so were calling back home to talk to their parents to be assured that all was well in their families. However, my sister and I had a problem – we couldn’t reach our parents. No matter how many times we tried, there was no connection to that land line. Worry began to creep in. Little did I know that in the hours to come, I would be feeding off of the truths that God had revealed to me in His Word early that morning.
To be continued…