Last night my family spent some time in the basement. Not because we wanted to, but because we had to. We heard the tornado sirens go off, and down we went (into arguably the creepiest part of our house). As we were down there, we had an amazing time of conversation and prayer. My daughter, Kate, was ... freaking out. She was terrified, crying, almost uncontrollably.
At God's leading, I started talking to her. We discussed Who was in control (God), Who caused the rain to come (God), and Who loves you more than you can imagine (God). From there we prayed that God would protect us, keep us from fear, and draw us closer to Him through this.
About a half hour later we came out of the basement. The kids fell asleep quickly as Cheryl and I thanked God for what He taught the family.