When you live on the second (and top) level of an apartment building and your wife is pregnant, paying attention to such matters takes on a whole new meaning.
And I was simultaneously reminded of just how small we really are.
A funnel cloud could easily have swept through our entire area, and decimated all in its path.
It didn't. But it was too close for comfort. The tornado sirens were going off. I've lived in Nashville for over 7 years and that was the first time I heard them.
I'm reminded of (and listening to) one of my all-time favorite songs, Rich Mullins' "Calling Out Your Name," his masterpiece detailing the beauty, wonder and mystery of God's creation. Rich sings...
I feel the thunder in the skyI see the sky about to rainAnd with the prairiesI am calling out your name