Ever since I first met my husband in 2000, I have always heard it said, "No Tornado ever hits Thomaston." And whoever it was that would quote this to me would also continue on to describe about how tornadoes always went around us. Well, this mountain girl (that was raised partly in Gainesville, GA) has seen her share of tornadoes. So, by the time that I married my husband and I started hearing people say this, I really wanted to cry because to me it came across as if they were saying "even God himself could not sink this ship." Thus, placing a fear of God in me that had no wish to face. And no one in our area has basements or storm shelters.
Anyway, I never thought much of it until now but my husband is Jewish so we celebrate Pesach (Passover) every year and this year I felt as though there was an extreme urgency to get this done. But due to the pandemic and food shortages, buying the proper ingredients proved difficult and time-consuming. Thus, we had to do ours a little late. But we got it done as we have been commanded traditionally to do. Now, also bear in mind my husband and I do not have a tv in our home. We feel as though it keeps the drama down in our home and helps maintain a level of peace, which is great if you are a fulltime student and CEO like I am. But after this event, it has really made my husband (who has lived here for 30 years) and myself rethink some things.
But, Monday morning around 2:15 am as my husband and I were sleeping we heard someone beating hard on our front door. Which liked to have scared the wits out of me, but it was my step-father-in-law who informed us that a tornado was headed directly for us. So in knowing this we grabbed our dog and some pillows and went into our prayer closet. No sooner had we crossed the threshold to the closet, at 2:22 am, as one of my Best Friends from high school texted us to warn us and tells us that she was praying- for which I am eternally grateful. And immediately all power and cellphone signal was gone.
Sitting there, huddled in our closet as the storm rolled over us without much sound I had an amazing peace like everything was going to be ok. Perhaps even better than ok. But I could not tell.
At 2:50 am the storm passed and my husband and I came out and went back to bed. It was not an easy sleep but we knew that we would probably be getting up by sun up to survey any damage.
Sunrise came at 6:55 am on Monday morning and for those of you who don't know me, I live on a street corner out in rural Upson County. And normally at that point in the morning, it is usually busy with cars going to work. But that morning it was eerily quiet as only work crew was passing by with obvious difficulty. I quickly learned that a tornado had hit less than an eighth of a mile away from us and had taken out all of the surrounding access roads to our house, including Hwy 74 and the famous house that was set in the middle of the highway- less than 6 miles from where I live.
Now, the footage that I have placed on here is of the destruction path of all the roads around my property. For which this brought to my remembrance that this storm (literally) passed over us. And how loving and merciful my God is that no one in my county was hurt. I am, however, praying for those who were not so fortunate within my state and country, as I know the pain of losing someone to a Tornado.
Anyway, this scripture is all too true for me now. 'You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, Nor of the arrow that flies by day, Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday. A thousand may fall at your side, And ten thousand at your right hand; But it shall not come near you. Only with your eyes shall you look, And see the reward of the wicked. Because you have made the Lord , who is my refuge, Even the Most High, your dwelling place, No evil shall befall you, Nor shall any plague come near your dwelling; For He shall give His angels charge over you, To keep you in all your ways.' Psalms 91:5-11