My hometown has managed to make it through another hurricane season unscathed. I know others haven’t been so lucky. We certainly want to remember them in our prayers.
On September 10th, 1964, hurricane Dora barreled onto the Northeast coast of Florida. The only hurricane to hit Jacksonville in recorded history, she came in with 115 mph winds. I was six years old.
Our family of four huddled close all night as the wind howled and the rain came down in sheets. When the man in the transistor radio said all was clear, we went out to survey the damage in our neighborhood. My parents biggest concern was the small Episcopal church we attended which was nestled between large oaks and sat precariously close to the St Johns river.
Wading through what was for me, knee-deep water, we came to the church and my parents worst fears were realized.
Please join me today over at Soaring with Him for the rest go the story.