We braced for Hurricane Irene's approach for an entire week.
One week of the news telling us it was going to be the worst storm in decades.
One week of preparations, running to the store, stocking up on essentials, filling the cars with gas.
One week of predictions, everyone having an opinion of when, where, how severe the storm's wrath would be.
One week of prayers for protection.
The waiting part was the worst.
Saturday we sat and waited. Did nothing but clean and do laundry in case we were without power for a while. It was eerie and creepy.
Then at midnight the storm attacked. We live in a basement, so we don't hear or see as if we were above ground. I opened our door and looked out at the flailing trees and stood listening to the howling wind. It was a powerful moment of recognizing God's power. I've never had one of those moments (I won't lie, I closed that door and said many many many prayers for protection), not looking at scenery, not basking in the sun on the beach. It was the first time I felt the Lord in nature, right there in the midst of a very stormy night. And felt protected at the same time. I know, it doesn't make a lot of sense, but I felt safe.
And now the storm is over.
Our loved ones suffered minor damage and are safe, power is slowly being restored, debris is being cleaned, and lives are back on track.
And I'm still feeling safe.
