Shake, Rattle and Roll!

Today we had a 5.4 magnitude earthquake. It was a nice shaker and I had the privilege of experiencing it with a bunch of strangers in Kohl's department store. I held on tightly to my babies and prayed until it was over. And, then I booked it to the car to get home. I am thankful for God's provision and how he kept us safe when this had the potential to be much worse. It did bring to memory a fun family story that I will share with out reserve and may get in trouble for sharing, but that's never stopped me before. It was years ago and we were all sleeping soundly when a small earthquake hit. My Dad came sliding across the floor screaming at the top of his lungs (for those who know my Dad that is not remotely typical of him, he is even keeled and calm a huge majority of the time.) But, apparently he was having a dream about "the Big One" when this little quake hit. Needless to say, it was the first time I ever saw my Dad in his underwear and I will venture to say it will be the last.