My home state is bracing for it today. Home Depot’s out of generators, and Harris Teeter’s shelves of bread are looking bare. All of the inland hotels are booked up, and flights west are full. There is a hurricane on the way, and not a little one.
The summer I was 12, Hurricane Charley visited us during our annual beach vacation. I remember officials with bullhorns urging evacuation, neighbors nailing plywood to the battered window frames, my father’s exasperation. We watched as the waves mounted, thundering onto shore, each flinging a mane of salt spray. “We’re not going anywhere,” Dad announced. “We’ll wait it out.” The narrow highways climbing uphill to safer ground were gridlocked with panicky tourists, but we were not among them. We waited, daughters dancing with the thrill of danger, mother pacing in anxiety and prayer.
But how do you pray for a hurricane?
Read on at The Gospel Coalition. Thankful to partner with them again today.