On May 4, 2004, when our city was destroyed by a tornado, we were getting ready for Sunday night service in a 110-year-old, one-room church. My husband, the pastor, came in and said, “We need to pray—a storm is coming.” We formed a circle of prayer with the children in the middle.

As we sang and praised God in the candlelight, a peace came in. I opened my eyes and saw a greenish, blue-black scene outside the windows and heard a low roar overhead.

The babies were singing and one was sleeping. It wasn’t until we started for home later that we began to realize the tornado had destroyed homes in front and behind us.

The next day Brother Copeland sent an email telling us KCM had prayed for us when they heard about the storm coming our way. God indeed intervened and saved all 30 of us!