Storms

I hate storms. I think it comes from when I was a child. My parents went to California every year to see my grandparents and I did not want to go (car sick). So I stayed behind at my other grandmother's. One summer there was a tornado in the middle of the night. They lived in a little 3 1/2 room house with no basement. Grandma got us up and made us sit up through the storm. A tree fell on the house near where we were sitting. If she had just let us sleep it would have been fine. Ever since then I have this terrible fear of storms. I have gotten better over the years but not a lot. I can just hide it better now. As I write this it is about to storm. I am at work next to very large windows. Tonight the farmer and I have a dinner to go to in a place with no basement. all I can do is pray Lord keep us safe.