Deja Vu

The wind began to blow is such the same way on Sunday May 22nd as it did that infamous Sunday of just a few weeks ago on April 10th.  Severe thunderstorm warnings were issued earlier in the day, extending throughout the evening.  It was such a beautiful sunny, warm day, who could imagine what God would bring next. 

Could it be Deja Vu?

I spent the morning at church with my mother, and afterwards went to lunch.  Upon returning to her home in Wild Rose, the sky began to turn an ominous green.  The radar on the television showed a mighty storm-front moving though the area in the direction of Poy Sippi, West Bloomfield, over Lake Poygan with Boom Bay as its target.  The same path as the tornado took last April which ripped over my home and neighbor's.  My heart literally sank when anxiousness rolled over my senses; fear began to creep in.  I began to pray. 

My mother and I intently watched the radar as the storm moved over her house, picking up speed, spinning and churning its way over Lake Poygan.  The weathermen reporting hail, 4 inches in diameter, hurdling to the ground, explaining that this hail would pummel and destroy any vehicle beneath it; let alone a person or animal.  Cyclonic activity is evident on the radar… Could two tornados really hit the same area within two months time? 

The storm moved over the lake and across Boom Bay where my home is.  What would I see upon returning home?  What would I find?  Would the remaining trees in  my yard be standing?  Would my Grandfather's truck, one of his prized possessions which was left to me upon his death, be destroyed?  After the previous tornado dropped a tree on it, anything is possible.  I prayed that God would give me strength to preserver through what ever it was that I would find.

Nearly two hours after the storm passed I arrived home… to a home still standing.  Trees still firmly rooted.  My property maimed, but not shaken. 

Fresh green leaves from my maple trees littered the ground and the walls of my house.  My next-door neighbor, Jeremy, confirmed the reports of softball sized hail. 

Again, I arrived home after nearly two hours had passed since the storm moved through.  The temperature was over 70 degrees that day, yet hail, many pieces being the size of my fist, lay scattered over my yard. 

God is good.  He protected us from the fury of the April 10th tornado, and He protected yet again. 

Now to our God and Father be glory forever and ever.  Amen

Philippians 4:20