A little tale for ya...

Let me tell you a little tale…Yesterday, it was pretty warm. Then, this cold front was coming in, and it made some pretty nasty storms. Because that’s what warm/cold fronts do to each other, and voila—we have tornados. Joy.

While I was at my parents house, it rained and hailed…Then things suddenly seemed to clear up so, I decided to go ahead and go back to school.

I start driving, it’s a little rainy, but nothing major. Then, I turn back onto 54 about 18 miles or so from town and it stops raining entirely for a few minutes. Weird. Then all of a sudden it starts POURING and hailing. Having never driven in hail, I kinda freak out…I pull of on a country road and call my mom. She says that if it’s not terrible, then I should just keep driving because there is a wall cloud, but she thinks I’m on the tail end of it, so it won’t be a big deal.

SOOO…I have to turn around on this tiny country road, trying to be really careful to not get stuck in mud, and get back out on the highway. Then it starts hailing more….and more….and then the hail gets bigger….and within a few minutes, the road is so covered in hail that my car can’t get traction very well anymore and I’m kinda swerving around, so I let off the gas….and yet my car doesn’t slow down. I’m freaking out, but finally things even out, and I’m a little less scared. So here I am driving in this crazy hail storm, clutching the steering wheel, praying that God will protect me. But seriously, maybe I don’t have enough faith, but I could hardly imagine that I would make it out alive…

After about 5 minutes or so of this, I finally get out of the hail, and it’s just pouring down rain. Shoot, I can do rain, no big deal, so I chill out a little. I speed up a little, trying to get to town because my parents said there was wall cloud that I needed to get home ASAP. Well, it turns out 60 was too fast and I started to slide on the road, and lose control. So I let off the gas and try to keep my wheel under control as I’m sliding and swerving down this hill, all the while I’m about to meet a one ton truck. Once again, I could hardly see how I was going to make it out of this alive. Then just in time, I get back control of my car and things are good again.

As it turned out, my parents misjudged where I was at in relationship to the wall cloud and I more or less drove straight into the bad stuff. Eek. THEN my dad tells me later that there was a tornado that touched down just a mile or two from where I was at within like 5 or 10 minutes of me being in that area…wow.


Basically, I now consider yesterday to be pretty much the scariest experience ever in my memory. I was so scared, and I was driving alone, and I am convinced that God’s protection is the only reason I didn’t have a wreck or get hurt…it was seriously that bad. So yeah, thanks God—you rock.