The sandstorms in North Africa arise quickly and dangerously. We learned that when the sky turned yellow, the gritty, blinding cloud would be descending within the next five minutes. Everyone dashed for shelter and covered ears, eyes, noses and mouths.
As I stood in our open courtyard and looked up at the sky, I noticed it was that very distinctive yellow color, and the tops of the mulberry and olive trees were swaying. I began quickly closing the shutters of our glass-less windows and securing doors.
Had I not been pregnant, I would have tried climbing the latticed windows to the roof above and jumping into the courtyard, but that was impossible now. By this time, tree limbs broke free and were catapulting through the air, and visibility was growing worse. I ducked in a corner, tucking myself around my belly, and began to pray.
The storm had awakened him from his nap and he was wandering around the courtyard looking for me. Pieces of the roof had begun to fly off and fall into the open space where he was standing.
There is no one holy like the Lord; there is no one besides you; there is no Rock like our God. -I Samuel 2:2