My worst fear is storms. Ultimately. Not really floods, as there is pretty much no way I can get hit by one but when someone even mentions a Severe Thunderstorm Watch I have a panic attack. (I developed a severe <pardon the pun> case of attacks because of this fear) Well just this past fourth I was up at Kings Island, about 45 minutes away from my house, and they were supposed to have a "Nights of Fire" fireworks show. But when they came over the loudspeakers and said "our fireworks will be at 9:30 tonight due to a severe thunderstorm heading for our area" I PANICKED! I was crying like a baby. When we were walking to our car on the other side of the lot, I could feel the rocks hitting the back of my legs. I seriously thought I was going to die. I prayed really hard in the car and still I am in oanic from that night. This has been the worst month of my life as the storms are severe like every day. I remember praying in the car and saying, "We're not going to die, are we?" to my mom and she said, "No, honey, we aren't." I may be a baby if I'm a 13 year old who cries but this storm really made me open my eyes.
I looked back on it and I see how God helped me and so I've started a small bible verse website. I never really thought of god as a huge priority but now I really do cause I think I would have died without his help that night. I gave up my Kings Island passes a couple of days ago, something I have had for years, but I know I will be glad I did as I don't think I'll ever be able to go back to that amusement park. It would bring back horrible memories; those of moving three inches in twenty minutes and the dark and ominous sky. I am torn for life because of this, but it's brought me closer to God, so I really don't think it was horrible.
Sorry about the long sappy story. I sound like a nut. It's just once I got started . . . . .