Dontcha love Mondays

I have no idea how to describe what exactly just happened. I know that God is good and huge and mighty and we are all so in awe of what happened. Let me give you a breakdown of what happened today. The forecast called for sunshine and warmth all week long, and that is how we woke up, sunny and warm. Midway through the morning dishes a storm rolled in, which put a little bit of a damper on things. After supper it started raining like crazy then hailing, first about the size of marbles then it got bigger. I am not entirely sure how long that went on, but after awhile everything calmed down and we thought it was over. Jason came in and herded the 53 campers and 18 cabin leaders into the basement. The rest of us formed a circle outside and started praying over the camp for protection and praying that God would send the storm away. This is where it gets awesome. At first it was just a small break in the clouds, the slightest sliver of blue is what we could see. As we waited and watched it got progressively bigger until there were clouds all around, but blue sky above the camp. After that the entire staff was praising God and some of the campers too. It was a pretty awesome ordeal. The crazy thing is that there was a tornado touchdown about 2 miles (around 3km) from the camp. The damage done by the storm was minimal and fixable so praise God for that.
Unfortunately last night right about 11:30 it was just about bedtime. One of my LIT girls was talking to Anita about going home. We were walking back to the cabin trying to find out what happened. She could not put it to words. About the time we got to the cabin we were staying in Anita asked to pray for her, and she refused. Shortly thereafter she turned around and started walking quickly towards the road with the intention of walking home. We followed in the truck. About ten minutes after she started walking another storm had started. The wind was blowing like you would not believe, lighting every which way, and we are pretty sure there was a bear knocking around. We finally convinced her to come back into the truck. We phoned her grandma who said she would come in the morning. We both ended up spending the night in Jason and Anita’s basement. I do not know what all was happening with this girl. Perhaps I am just a bit wimpy, but it strikes me as odd that a girl of 14 would willingly walk out in a thunderstorm after a tornado touchdown a few miles away and a bear on the loose. Please pray for this girl.