While this is not going to hold true for a great many as daylight breaks for those of us who were in the path of Hurricane Irma, I am counting my blessings.
Somewhere around 10 pm the strong winds began accompanied by rain who came well ahead of the winds. The wind. I have never in my life heard such a sound. Accompanied by incessant tornado warnings and reports of local touchdowns, I could feel my heart racing. “Jesus, I trust in you”, over and over and over. Living St. Paul’s exhortation to “pray without ceasing” took on a whole new life. Hubby, the kids and the animals slept. Somewhere around 2 a.m. I joined them for a few hours.
Around 5, I tried to let the dog out to do his business but as we stood in the backyard doing a quick survey, the wind was too freaky and we both hightailed it back inside. I see our fence is intact although our neighbor’s fence is leaning. We have minimal water in the backyard (so far).
I am grateful. For my family who is safe. That I followed my instinct to get our son home yesterday, because he’d be stuck now. A house that is still standing. Power. Coffee pre-made and heated up this morning.
Continued prayers as the storm heads toward my family and friends in North Florida and Georgia.
For now, I am charging my phone. Drinking my coffee. Praying some more and waiting for the next round of updates from friends and family.