I was just short of 9 when our house in Louisville, Ky was about two-thirds destroyed by the April 3, 1974 tornado. As the tornado approached, my Dad with adrenaline, flipped over a couch with two adults and four children on it. As the tornado approached it sounded like a train and then as it passed by it sounded like a train running over the house.
My Dad, a carpenter, rebuilt the house even better and then we sold it and moved to a better one in a better section of town. As the Scripture basically says, “All things work together for good for those who love God (Rom 8:28).
thank you