Ok, so maybe I wasn't quite near death. But I could've been! I was driving down 360 on Thursday to pick up Ethan from school and I saw that tornado! I wasn't smart enough to take a picture of it but lucky for me, some others were. I was really far away from it so I actually didn't freak out.I think God chose me out of all of my family members to see this tornado to tell me to quit having panic attacks over them! If any of you knew me growing up, then you know that I have a crazy, possibly irrational, fear of tornados. My parents have a little door cut out in the bottom of their closet that allows you to crawl under the house and fix the pipes...or escape the certain death of a tornado. Anytime there was bad weather, sirens or not, I was under the house with my dogs, teddy bear (yes, even in high school), and blankets shaking to death until all was clear. My mom even gave me a Xanax once because I couldn't get a grip and was really starting to lose it.
I have had MULTIPLE dreams about running/hiding from tornados. I might even have them weekly. But you know what? I am ALWAYS safe at the end of the dream. Never a scratch on me. All of this is to say that I think God wanted to show me this tornado to tell me not to be afraid but to be in awe of what he can do. I will admit, it was a little neat to see....but it's ok if I never see one again. :-)





















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