The Sign
Kaboom! My husband and I bolted upright. “What was that?” I asked. It was 3:00 a.m. Freezing rain pelted our bedroom window. The wind howled.
“I think a tree just fell on our house,” my husband said.
Our home was surrounded by trees, some 50 feet tall. A fallen one could cause major damage. “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!” I shouted, the only prayer I could muster. I flung off the covers.
We raced from room to room. Everything looked okay, but I dreaded seeing the kitchen, which had etched-glass entry doors and a breakfast nook with lots of windows. Judging from the sound we’d awakened to, the impact would have shattered them all. “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…”
Through the nook’s windows, we could see a massive tree leaning against our…
