The circumstances were changing rapidly; the wind picked up and hail suddenly began pelting the back deck. The mood in the kitchen changed from curiosity to concern. Granddaughters Ainsley and Delaney began to cry. I began to consider our options. My daughter’s walkout basement didn’t afford us much shelter.
And then, just like that, the tiny tornado was gone. A quarter of a mile away, destruction had changed the ordered landscape here and there to a scene of chaos.
In the wake of the Oklahoma tornado, I am reminded again the unsettling randomness of life; the tragedies, the blessings, the ability of a single random event to change our world, inside and out.
Why me? Why not me? If I’d turned left instead of right; if I’d just stayed home that day. There are so many what ifs, so few givens. I’m reduced to praying for the victims, the heroes, and the residents of Moore, Oklahoma; I'm praying for their recovery. And I’m filled with admiration and respect for the individuals behind the beautiful stories of courage and determination that are emerging in the face of such tremendous tragedy.