Catching up… We came out of the Florida Panhandle, heading into Alabama in the early evening one day last week. And we found ourselves caught in the cross hairs of a huge thunder storm system. We turned on the Weather Channel on our radio and it was reporting the cell had wind gusts of up to 50 mph and was at an extremely high ceiling of 50,000 feet — and there were some “swirling wind patterns.” (While not being a meteorologist. I could still kind of figure out that last part could spell: tornado.) Lightning was flashing all around us, but there was no rain yet. This, needless to say, is not the type of weather you want to be driving high-profile vehicles, like our motor homes, through. We decided to make a dash for a truck stop in nearby Geogiana, where we parked behind some 18-wheelers. And while the storm passed with little incidence, it gave us a small inkling of the trepidation people around the country have been feeling as the threat of potential tornadoes approached them. Needless to say, it’s a scary feeling. Note: Foremost in Liz and my minds that evening was the safety of our kids. That was also on another parent’s mind in Massacussetts yesterday. As the tornado sirens were going off, she placed her young child in a bathtub, then lay down on top of her. The tornado made a direct hit on the house. Everything collapsed. The mother died. The child lived. The Bible says there is no greater love than to lay down your life for another. And such was the case with this mother.