Very early this morning, I woke to a loud rumbling and my bed shaking. Since I am a writer, I often have an overactive imagination. My first thought upon waking was that I was in the Exorcist and a demon was shaking my bed. Since it was pitch black in the room, I had no idea what was really going on. Over the next few seconds, as my brain began to clear and the shaking intensified, I realized that it must be an earthquake. Survival instincts kicked in and I knew that I needed to get myself and the kids in the doorways of the house. By the time I untangled from the covers and made it out of bed, the shaking stopped.
My sleepy brain tried to process all of this and I wondered if I was just dreaming. A few seconds later, the phone rang. It was my husband. He was checking that we were okay as he was already at work. He asked if it woke me up and when I said yes, he said he lost that bet. He is always telling me that I sleep so sound that an earthquake wouldn’t wake me up. Guess I proved him wrong.
We have had some milder aftershocks throughout the day today. Let’s hope this is all past and we won’t have anything else for a while. We do have a few cracks in our drywall, but for the most part things look okay. Praise the Lord for protecting everyone in the Midwest and watching over us.