Talking about the recent Cyclone in Fiji and the inevitable Tornados in America reminded me of our little skirmish with a Tornado.
One night in 1977 when we were Camping near the Murray River on the outskirts of Mildura a tornado came through. It sounded like the roar of a steam train and the wind whipped the door of the Caravan out of my hands as I opened it to see what was making the noise. The nearest solid building was too far away and I knew that the younger girls could have easily been picked up and thrown about depending on the wind’s strength. Their only chance was to stay in the caravan and trust that it would protect them, while Fiona and I tackled our small tent. Among other things the tent was the girls play area and contained their toys and other items as well as a Box Freezer and TV. Fiona, who was now thirteen, sat on the Freezer with the calico sides of the tent anchored beneath her, while I went to the other side and managed to hold onto the Canvas roof. When Doug and the others returned from the township they were incredulous there had not been a puff of wind where they were. Needless to say the tent walls were in shreds and the tent was a write off but everything inside was still safe and even dry. Most importantly the girls were safe.
We can never know the storms that are going on in other peoples’ lives because all can seem quite calm on the surface. Sometimes it seems to us that some people have all the luck and never any angst. I have been around long enough to know that this is not true. No matter how tough life gets, just remember you are not Robinson Crusoe; there is always someone else doing it tougher, you just can’t see it. I have not sung the hymn for many years yet the words of Anna L Waring come to mind. (In heavenly Love abiding 1850)
The storm may roar without me;
My heart may low be laid;
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?