This morning as I was prepping things at work, I looked outside and saw this:
It was amazing and reminded me of how great God’s power is.
This morning as I was prepping things at work, I looked outside and saw this:
It was amazing and reminded me of how great God’s power is.
It’s a mess.
My precious hometown—population 2,106—is a mess.
An EF-3 tornado ripped through my tiny community last night and left disaster and grief in its wake.
Pavement is scoured, trees are uprooted, and homes are destroyed. People are lost, people are trapped, and people have lost their lives.
This morning I made the very solemn 45-minute drive home from college. I could see evidence of damage very early—ripped up highway signs and tree limbs scattered.
That’s when the tears started.
What would I find?
Were the rumors true—that the high school field-house was destroyed? My old high school field-house?
Was Keith’s gas station really gone?
I couldn’t help but cry. My lifetime memories are wrapped up into this small town, and it is everything I know. I love it. I love my sweet town. I love the people and the sense of family.
When I finally made it into town, the National Guard was controlling the one traffic light in town. They were only allowing residents and volunteers onto Main Street.
What I saw a mile into town took my breath away.
Yes, the disaster took my breath away. It’s shocking and surreal, and my town doesn’t even look the same.
But that wasn’t it. It was the way people were responding.
Neighbors were helping each other. There were hundreds of volunteers everywhere. People were driving down the streets with water, clothes and food, ready and willing to give all they could.
Shelters were set up and gracious people were opening their homes to people who had lost everything.
And that’s what took my breath away.
People rolled up their sleeves and said “Yes, there’s been a disaster. Where can I help? What can I do? What do you need?”
Food? Got it.
Water? Got it.
That tree out of your house? Let me get the chainsaw.
My memories aren’t in the town. I don’t love the geographic area.
I love the the giving, praying, loving community.
Home, we will get through this.
Let’s get to work.
Well Autumn got off to a late start this morning.
Not to blame the weather, but howling winds, thunder and rain interrupted my REM sleep in the wee hours of the morning. And I need my beauty sleep. I work hard for this face, people.
I looked out the window and saw what appeared to be a hurricane. It was actually tornadoes, no big deal.
After listening to the radio for an hour and eventually hearing that we were no longer under tornado watch, I went back to sleep.
Then I got the blessed call, voice-mail and text message from Public Safety saying that due to a power outage, chapel was canceled.
And then emails saying that all of my classes were cancelled.
Why?
Dude.
I woke up to rain.
Freezing cold rain.
It started snowing when I hopped in the shower and by the time I had finished my first (and only) class for the day, it looked like this:
A winter wonderland!
Then I checked my mail and found the necklace I ordered on Etsy.
I know, you want it.
But it was custom made, so HA!
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My love for Utah is getting out of hand.
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Admittedly, snow is cool for about one day.
Then it gets slushy and dirty and I’m so done that you could stick a toothpick in me and it would come out clean.
But anyway, it’s still the first day so right now my attitude is:
SNOW!
October 2008
17 years old found me in my junior year of high school. My alarm sounded at 7:15 and I woke up to rain and thunder.
Early morning rain is the best, I thought, and snuggled under my covers for more sleep. I was late for school every day, anyways. Why rush to get up when it's raining?
Eventually I got up, dragged a straightener through my thick hair and brushed my teeth.
And all day long I wished it would keep raining so that when I got home, I could take a nap. Really, any sleep while raining is marvelous.
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While Kaylee was at the Mount Timpanogos Temple, I got to ride through a canyon and enjoy the Rocky Moutains.
It was beyond beautiful. I wish I could bottle the smell of pine and fresh moutain water! You know the smell? You should.

