For the first time in over six months, Niel and I curled up together on our couch to watch a movie. With all our ministry travels and busy schedule, this has been something we've really missed, and we were so grateful to have an uninterrupted night at home. About three-quarters of the way through the movie, the sound of an approaching war zone shook through the house. Niel thought it was in the movie until we paused it, and the sound actually got louder.

Huge gusts of wind were attacking our house. Niel went out to the porch to take down the hammocks, which were swinging wildly all over the place. After he took down the first one, he heard the wind coming through the trees. It sounded so strong and severe that Niel dropped the hammock and ran back into the house. Just as he did, a small tornado funnel peeled off a section of our roof!

We could see starlight from our living room while piles of dust, dirt, and debris flooded through the ceiling and covered everything in the room. God is good, and no one was hurt; although our house is a little worse for wear...

So much for quiet evening at home...