Tornadoes are not a new thing here in Oklahoma. You get used to hearing the tornado sirens going off every Saturday afternoon, declaring the time to be twelve noon exactly, but also declaring that the sirens worked, that if they were needed the sirens were ready. You know the weathermen by name, you recognize the team when they’re out checking the skies for signs. If you’ve been here long enough, you can even start to predict them yourself. When the air gets still and quiet and the sky look like someone spilled ink across the clouds.
But you never get used to the after effects. The devastation and utter chaos caused from these powerful storms are just unexplainable. My heart is breaking today for those families who lost loved ones in this week’s tragedy. I am just sick thinking of those little ones who were lifted from the rubble by volunteers. I can’t imagine the things that these firemen, police officers, and others are witnessing, the things that they are having to force themselves to do to clean up the destruction left from this tornado.
One of the things that I absolutely adore about living in Oklahoma is our tight sense of community. I’ve mentioned it before, Oklahomans are family and we stick together. There has been an outpouring of donations, monetary or otherwise, but there has also been an even bigger outpouring of prayers. I’m proud to be a part of a state that gives so much to those in need.
Praying for those affected by these tornadoes this past week. Squeeze your loved ones extra tight today.
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