I live in North Texas, so this time of year I’m fairly accustomed to spending some time in my closet with my cats, hiding from tornados because the weatherman told me to. (The cats hate this because they are sure that whatever is on the other side of the door requires their attention.) I generally get a good bit of reorganizing done during those times. I even keep a blanket in there so if it’s late and I’m tired I can just lie down on the floor and sleep out the storm.
But today, it was mid-afternoon when the sirens went off and I was at work. So we gathered our purses and went to the bathrooms–because they’re surrounded by pipes and are therefore more solid than some other rooms, not because we suddenly all had to “go.” I joined the rest of my department in the men’s room, just for a change of pace. Sheila Walsh was visiting the office and got some photos of our bathroom buddies, but I only have a stupid phone, not a smart one, so I couldn’t record that magic moment. It was pretty entertaining, though.
That didn’t last long…but the next time the sirens went off the whole office met up in our large conference room in the middle of the building. It has a big screen, so we watched a local channel’s weather coverage, said a prayer, and plopped on the floor to wait it out. (They took out the chairs lest they become airborne projectiles.) And that pretty much took up the rest of the day.
We nervously jumped every time the air conditioning kicked on (it made a scary noise) and I wondered if I could still ‘assume the position’ I was taught as a child in Oklahoma during tornado drills. (It involves kneeling and covering one’s head with crossed arms. My arms still cross but my knees have been damaged and don’t take to kneeling like they used to.) But otherwise it was all rather dull. However, if I had to be stuck in a room with a group of people to wait out a storm, this was a great group to wait with.
When we finally got out, it was a relief to find our cars unscathed–especially since I foolishly parked under a tree this morning. My home appears to have escaped damage, too. Even the roses still have blooms. For these things I am truly grateful. Others around the area were not so fortunate.
All that to say, this is as good a time as any to take a look around at the things we take for granted and say “thank you” to the One who provides them all.