Rain poured—as expected. In the early evening the wind suddenly picked up. The crepe myrtle branches outside my kitchen window swirled as if agitated in a giant washing machine. Whoa! I’d heard Hurricane Michael wasn’t bringing strong winds.

I strode to the front porch to check on the larger trees near our house. A giant gumball tree leaned precariously. “Ginny,” I yelled to my daughter.

The tree tilted toward her parked car. She needed to move it fast!

We have a circle drive, in our wooded front yard, where our kids park their cars. Because of the warnings around Hurricane Florence we moved their cars to protect them from flying debris during that storm. But Hurricane Michael wasn’t supposed to bring much wind.

I should have taken notice when the governor declared a state of emergency. The storm’s anger stunned me. So did God’s angels.Continue Reading