My second experience is probably my all-time favorite. I think you will agree that the power of prayer can be awesome.
When I was in my early teens, we lived in Alabama. The house we lived in was a one hundred year old Victorian style house. You know the kind that has three stories above ground - a main floor, a second floor and an attic? Well that is the house. It had a basement also, but I rarely ventured in there because it was spooky and had an odd smell to it.
On the side of the house just outside the kitchen was a really old pecan tree that seemed to be just as big as the house. It used to get so many pecans on it we would gather them up and sell them every year.
This particular night it was storming and we were all in the kitchen while cooking dinner. My dad and my brothers were sitting at the table, my mom was at the stove and I was standing in front of the back window making a salad. We didn’t pay much attention when we heard a train coming because we lived close enough to the tracks that we had just gotten used to them going by all the time.
Then my dog started howling and going crazy and we realized it was not a train at all. My mother gathered us all into the foyer of the house and we held hands and started praying. The only prayer we really knew at the time was the Lord’s Prayer so we kept saying it over and over. The noise just kept getting louder and louder, there was the sound of glass breaking and then�?it got quiet.
We went to see what had made the sound of glass breaking. The kitchen window on the side of the house was busted out. Because it was dark and still raining, we patched the window and went to bed for the night. In the morning when we went outside, we were in disbelief. The pecan tree had fallen right next to the house. There couldn’t have been more than a few feet between the tree and the house. There was a ditch in the backyard where the tornado had touched down. It looked as though it had skipped right over the house.
I made my first crafts out of that tree, a pencil and pad holder for my father’s and a plaque with a picture of a bird on it. I still have that picture even today.
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