I woke up at 4:30 a.m. to the sound of pouring rain and whipping wind outside my bedroom window. I looked out and couldn’t believe the weather. When had Fox 5’s meteorologist told us to expect this? I went to the nursery to look in on my toddler, instincts told me to pick him up and bring him close to me, which I did. We returned to my bed just as the power went out. I thought “No ceiling fan and I can’t open the window because of torrent going on outside. I hate when that happens because now the room will get warm.” I climbed back into bed and managed to fall asleep. An hour later my cell phone rang and I looked to find my writing buddy, Dee Stewart (www.christianfiction.blogspot.com) calling. Her words were “I was just checking to make sure you were okay, a tornado touched down over there. We’ve been in the bathtub for an hour, because when it left you it made its way over to us.” I sat up with a jolt; the clock radio wasn’t flashing, so I knew the power was still out. I told her to call me if she saw any other bad weather coming my way. I got up, checked on my sleeping 16 year-old and pulled back the curtain on his window which faces the front of the house. All looked well in my neighborhood. I breathed a sigh of relief and whispered the words, “Thank you, Jesus.”
Hours later, my power has been restored and I’ve returned to my seat on the bed. I’m fully dressed now, having returned from a close friend’s subdivision, just up the road from me, where the tornado touched down and destroyed almost 20 homes. While my friend's home was untouched, my heart goes out to her neighbors. Wood and wet clothing everywhere, picture frames, mattresses, parts of appliances, it’s just horrible. Like everything else in life, television can not depict the true horror of a scene like this. You have to see it with your own eyes. There’s a miracle here. No one was hurt. Things although valuable, can be replaced.
The power in my home comes and goes. During one of the on times, my 16 year-old prepares the perfect Mother’s Day breakfast of bacon, eggs, pancakes and toast and sent me back to bed to receive it. My 2 year-old leans on my shoulder with his thumb in his mouth still sleepy from having to endure a night in my bed and a ride through destruction. Being the fatalist that all mother’s occasionally are I can’t help but think about what could have happened if the tornado hit a half a mile north in my subdivision. Twenty-two people died in tornados in Oklahoma and Missouri just last week. Would I be looking in the precious faces of the children God blessed me with right now? Or had we survived, would we be standing outside inspecting our damage? Would I be thinking, I hope my computer is in tact so the novel I’m working on could be retrieved? What would we have lost?
God is gracious. While I know others are hurting, I appreciate the gratitude that has been planted in my heart this Mother’s day. The most precious gift in my life is these children and while I may be initimidated by the Proverbs 31 woman, I realize that I am a praying mother and that's what God has called me to be.
When I close this laptop, I'll slide into my bed for five more minutes of prayer and reflection with my Savior. A cool breeze fills the room as the sheer curtains fly and flap, but even if I couldn’t open the window, you can bet I wouldn't complain about it being warm.
Happy Mother's Day to All You Mommies and Blessings for Many More Years With Your Children!