Sirens

We had a funny thing happen to us during a Christian Youth Theater Production.  We were all geared up in the balcony of the auditorium, popcorn purchased, ready for terrific performance.   Here we were watching the Wizard of Oz…and to top it all off we were in Kansas (how appropriate).  Dorothy was doing a magnificent job.  Toto was palying his part to perfection, when just at the appropriate moment sirens began to scream the tornado warning.  Instictively, Brooke looks at me with wide eyes saying “I’m scared”.  Of course, I, the very calm mother, assure her that this was a great little theatrical move.  How creative these folks are.  But then…someone stops the scene.  Someone came to the stage with the wrong lines.  They said something like “I’m sorry folks, we need to take a little break because those sirens are real …there has been a tornado spotted.”  What?  I had been completely lulled into a false sense of security, all because I believed something to be “pretend”.  It was so much nicer to think that the siren was part of the play.  I was now faced with a cold hard fact. YUK

Eventually, the play was able to be performed (great job CYT) and I made it home (to the Missouri side),  only to awake in the middle of the night because of the wind/storm.  At this point, I think I should be hearing sirens.  Where is the warning?  We are about to blow away?  Does anybody care?  Is someone sleeping on the job?  The siren never blew at my house, even though I thought that it should.  Can this become any more backward?  It blew and I thought it was a joke, and when I thought it should blow, it didn’t.  HMMM  I’m seeing a pattern here.  Things aren’t always as they seem.  Truth is truth regardless of my perception.  OK.  I’m convinced.  “Let God be true and every man a liar.”