Doesn't seem to be a strong enough word to describe how I feel this afternoon. While we were enjoying a relaxing weekend at the camper our landlord called about 5:30 Saturday evening to tell us that a tornado had hit the rental house. I'm so thankful we weren't home and that our new house in a neighboring wasn't damaged. My Suburban was hit by something, we think the basketball goal, and now has a broken luggage rack and a big dent that will need to be repaired. We live in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky, tornadoes rarely hit, this makes two in the past month within a 50 mile radius.
I'm heavy hearted for our friends who we are renting from, please keep them in your prayers, they really need to sell this house and with all the damage it will be months before they will be able to show it again.