Out of the recent tornadoes that struck five states that left such horrible devastation, a true miracle occurred! In this morning's news, I read an article that left me with a gapping whole in my head, "Two Infants Survive Kentucky Tornado After Being Blown Away In Bathtub."
They are alive and doing well! The grandmother who was watching her grandchildren did what we have all been told to do, she put them inside the safest place in the house; what happened next is nothing short of a miracle!
As reported by the interviewer of the article with its link included above: "Knowing a tornado was just miles away, Lutz rushed to place the infants inside her bathtub, and cushioned them with blankets and pillows, along with a Bible."
But what happened next is worse than what was seen by movie makers who created the Wizard of Oz. As you can expect, she heard the noise and felt the house shake but then the grandmother said: "the tub had lifted out of my hands, I couldn't hold on, I just---oh my God..."
Can you imagine if who were the grandmother and couldn't hold on to the tub and the worst thing happened, that tub was suddenly GONE?
The intent for this blog post is not to be political motivated or debate climate change but to focus on the miracle and that woman's faith. In sum, the grandmother tried to protect her grandchildren by throwing them in the tub and stuffed them with blankets, pillows, and the Bible, which contains 66 books, written by 40 authors, covering a period of approximately 1600 years. The authors of the Bible came from all walks of life: Kings, peasants, prophets, poets, fishermen, statesmen, scholars, a businessman, a doctor and a missionary.
The grandma didn't stuff the babies with money, stocks, bank accounts, gold or silver. In my opinion, finding the babies was a miracle. They were saved by faith, hope, and love.
About my photograph: The first holy card is very old. It was printed in Bavaria. On the back is handwritten: Rev. Wm Friltz. The second photo with the heart was handmade by Sister Mary Hubertine. She was my Sophomore High School Nun. I became very close to her and wanted to become a Sister. My class was the last she taught before going into an old people's home. We stayed in touch until her letters stopped. I kept these holy cards and keep my faith in miracles. ---Patricia Feager
This is my second entry for Miracles Challenge for Andrea Bedard. Thanks, for encouraging more than one story.
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