It was just another hot, steamy day in my mobile office. As a courier I delivered inter-office mail for a bank. Ice clinked in my water bottle as perspiration dripped down my back.
While heading home, I started to pray. "Dear Lord, I moved here because of my career, but now my job is gone. I didnít move here to drive around this town, like a chicken with its head cut off. My car is like a sweat bucket because the air conditioner doesn't work. What are you doing to me? Do you care? Do you love me any more? I have no family here, no one to love me. How can I trust you Lord, how?"
Once home, I started dinner; I glanced at the clock. It looked like the middle of the night, but it was only 6:00 PM. I scurried to the apartment door, peered out, and saw dark clouds. I rushed into my bedroom and plopped on my bed to watch the news. At 6:05pm, they featured a story about a bank robbery, then switched back to the news anchor. "We have breaking news about a storm that is moving our way. Let's go to meteorologist, Paul Douglas, in the weather center for more details."
The screen changed to a single shot of Paul. "Thank you, The National Weather Service has issued a Severe Thunderstorm Warning for Saint Clair County until 6:45pm."
I hopped out of my bed and charged outside again. Something akin like a Florida hurricane was brewing out there. I had never seen the trees bend like they did. I flew back into my bedroom and watched more of the weather coverage.
About an hour later, when things calmed down, I walked on my deck to see if there was any damage. My neighbor, Troy, walked up the steps, on the deck, to his apartment. He glanced at me, then gazed off in the distance. His eyes popped out of his head. "Did you see what happened to the apartment building over there?"
"The roof is gone!" Troy's face turned white.
"Holy cow, youíre right! I didn't see it."
My hands were shaking and my knees were knocking. Before I meandered back into my apartment and parked myself on the couch, the Lord spoke to me, "Ken, earlier today you asked me if I cared about you. You questioned my love for you. That could have been your apartment that was damaged, but I spared you. I am here, I will never leave you or forsake you. You may not understand this now, but I am with you."
I later learned it may have been a tornado. The Lord holds me in the palm of his hand.
Authors note: This story is a fictional account based on actual events.
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