I took this photo as Adam was driving down Highway 441 in Sevierville. The mountains on the horizon are the Smokey’s. The sun was creeping down the sky, peeking out from behind a cloud that looked like an eagle with its wings outstretched, and so I grabbed my camera as fast as I could, to capture and keep it forever. I wrote the “message from God” on the photograph because that’s what I was feeling as I snapped that picture and gazed into the clouds. It was an almost verbal response that I felt in my heart, to an ominous feeling in my gut. We were about to get rain… a lot of it.
Just a few hours later, the rain started pouring down. That was when the Little Pigeon River flooded and just about washed us away. It rose 4 feet in less than an hour. I wrote about it in my other blog. It’s in the January archives of It’s Not What You Know, titled Roll, Back Water….
It took me a month to emotionally recover from that ordeal. Adam and I both had our share of nightmares of rain and being washed downstream, dreams of the cold water waist high, losing everything. In reality – by what I can only say was a true miracle – we lost nothing but our clothes and a few personal items. Our very good friends and the Red Cross helped us dig our way out. The river was level with the lip of our front door, but didn’t come in the house.
I’ll never question why – because I know in my heart, that the whole situation was Being Taken Care Of, before the crisis, and after.