Tornadoes

A couple days ago, a tornado touched down in my hometown of Thomasville, GA. The destruction was pretty devastating to say the least, as it ripped through homes, sending trees and other debris flying through the air. I believe one person was killed and seven others injured from the ravaging storm. The pictures were hard to look at as they were pictures of the homes of people I have known for so long. Houses that I had spent many nights in as a child and teenager were completely destroyed. I remember seeing one picture of a living room and I could remember, vividly, the times where I played in that same living room. Fortunately, in those situations nobody was hurt seriously. Just a few scratches and bumps.

The awesomeness of such a powerful force is overwhelming. It brings about mixed emotions. First, it brings shock and horror to see it's destruction. It may even bring about some anger as to why it happened. A feeling of despair may arise as you see a home destroyed. How are they to rebuild? Where are they to live? It brings out a sense of appreciation for life, yours and others. It's amazing that many more were not killed or seriously hurt. It also brings about a feeling of humility.

It also brings me to a realization of just how small and fragile I am, and how big God is. After all, God is the creator of nature. As devastating as a tornado or other natural disaster can be, God has made these things. Their force shows the awesome power of a great and mighty God. This same great God, creator of all things, has loved me enough to send His Son to die for me. This God knows the number of hairs on our head. He knows the plans He has for us, plans for our welfare and not our destruction. This God knew us in our mother's womb. He knew us even before that. The same God who created the stars, the mighty force of a tornado, and all the universe, still even knows me. That really puts things in perspective, and is quite humbling.