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Twister
By Scott Harrup | January 8, 2008
As I type this, tornado sirens across our community are going off. A couple of small twisters have touched down a few miles away.
Our home has a basement, for which I’m grateful. In our previous two homes you had to hunker in an interior closet or bathtub and hope your dog’s name wasn’t Toto. Our home is brick, another source of comfort over the vinyl and 2 x 4s that formed our former abodes.
Al and Evelyn, neighbors from across the street, have joined us with Lee, the lady living next door to them. Neither of their homes has a basement.
If a really big one were to hit, even the brick would give way with the windows in the basement. Assuming we had time to react, we would be crowded into the concrete storm room—Jodie, our three children, me and three neighbors. And our lhasa apso, Suki.
The lights are flickering now.
It’s a good time to remind myself I can only take so many steps of preparation. I use the sense God gave me to follow a prudent line of response. But my trust in the God who created me with that common sense—and who created the weather systems that move tornadoes—is the real reason I’m not afraid.
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