Husband went to assess the damage when he arrived home as we had to leave for a diocesan picnic, which of course had been moved indoors, and we also lost many limbs and trees in the woods. Number Four took the picture of the approaching storm and it turned out to be a picture of the last minutes of the standing tower. I wonder for how many decades that structure had been up in this spot!
As the picnic wrapped up, I took one minute to slip into church and realized that I had a shaky and thankful heart. Being aware of our powerlessness in face of nature's mighty strength certainly gets us to stop life for a minute and face the eternal.