Yesterday, as we were making our drive to Vegas, we stopped for lunch just east of the Iowa state line on 80. Just as we finished eating, someone came in and said that there was a tornado warning for the area.

I realized that tornado warnings usually cover a large area even if only one is spotted, so we got into the car and headed west in an attempt to drive out of the warning area. Besides, the KFC didn’t look like the best place to be during a tornado.

Once in the car, we turned on the radio and listened for weather alerts. Sure enough, we were in a warning area. But, we were on the fringe of the warning area so we could drive around the storm.

Looking to the south, we could see all of the black clouds. But to the west, we could see gray sky’s.

The storm was moving slowly and we could compare the warning areas with our map so we knew where we had to be and just how much time we had before the storm hit us.

We had just made it into the gray sky region when we got hit with a down pour. For about 15 seconds, though it seemed like an eternity, it rained so hard that we couldn’t see more then 50 feet in front of us. And then, it stopped.

For the next hour, we raced against the weather, getting ahead of the storms before they hit us. Finally, we reached blue sky.

Later we heard that the tornado had hit the area where we were and that cars had been turned over. Clearly, God was watching over us.