I just have a story that I would like to share from when I was younger. My sister and I were playing our backyard on our small playground. We were oblivious to the weather outside, but finally, I looked up and asked my father (who had just walked outside to watch us), "Daddy? What is that thing up there?" There was a funnel forming in the sky. Yes, a tornado.
My dad yelled at us to get inside the house and ran in after us. He got my mother and our dogs and some of our mattresses. Then, he made all of our mattresses into a fort type of thing and we all got inside. My mother then started saying some prayer long in a language I did not understand. The tornado sounded like a train while it went over our home!
Amazingly though, when we went outside to look at the damage, our home was untouched. Every house around us had damage (quite bad, might I add). Not even a single plant in our front yard was harmed. And the tornado had gone right over our home. It surely didn't miss us, because I saw it through the window.
Just wanted to share that story with you all! I think that it was amazing for that to happen. I have asked my mother what she was saying, but even she can not remember the prayer she said. She said she thinks that the prayer just came to her. She did not learn it before.