The tornado that ripped through the city of Milbury, was just south of Toledo and east of Perrysburg, where we used to live. Our storage unit was about a mile from where the tornado started on it’s 8 mile path of grief. It’s only about 15 miles at the most from my moby home. I’m not one to worry over bad weather, but I am a bit more concerned about it now, then I ever have been. It’s dreadful the grief and loss of my neighbors to the east. Seven people died, 50 homes destroyed and another 50 or more significantly damaged. It’s very hard to see the pictures and see the destruction that weather can level on the things in our lives that seem so solid, our very homes.

And then to see the path and the miracles in the total illogical descruction… the roof of a school ripped clean off and yet the case of trophies in glass are perfectly fine and standing like nothing happened. The library destroyed, yet a whole shelf of books are still waiting to be checked out. A house destroyed and it’s neighboring homes completely normal looking and safe.

That just amazes me. I makes me understand what it is to be blessed. To have the hand of God protect and keep you safe. Yet, I wonder why bad has to happen right aside the good. It’s a mystery.

I am so sorry for those people who have lost loved ones… and have lost all that was their lives, their homes. I’m sure that the communities around the area will rally and they will count themselves as blessed, even those who lost everything but their loved ones. They will survive. But I wish it were easier on them. So sad.