Blowing in the Wind

by John Dennison

Fred Flintstone said it best. "WILMA!"

Wow. Thank God our house was built well. Because it seemed as if all hell was unleashed this past Monday. Her winds threatened to suck out our front door about midway through her fury. Luckily Shadow graciously relinquished her choke-collar so I could chain the door knobs together. The house across the street wasn't so lucky, as we discovered later.

Have you ever been through a hurricane? It’s not enough to keep one eye glued to the weather for a week, hoping against hope it will go somewhere else. It leaves you feeling really guilty, because you know if it doesn’t hit you, it’s going to hit someone else. That’s something I find very hard to do. And so beneath my breath I kept up this running dialogue with God that if it was to be our time, then so be it. Even while praying that it wasn’t.