As she ran from room to room, Cindy Sasnett prayed to God for help and cursed herself for not being better prepared.

"What was I thinking?" she remonstrated with herself for not insisting a storm shelter was built when they first moved in. "We should have had one. If anything, for the children." but with lack of funds and procrastination, they never got round to it.

The day of the tornado, husband Jim, was at work about 10 miles away.. Cindy, who runs daycare out of their 1,600-square-foot home, had six charges that day, including her 2-year-old grandson, Jack – four of the children were collected by their parents about an hour and half before the storm hit – the remaining parent, Rob Willis was stuck in traffic on his way to get 2-year-old Cade.

Now, Cindy Sasnett was petrified. She called her husband, and he told her it looked as if the storm might turn away from their home. But she couldn't get over her feelings of unease. She was looking to another Source for guidance. "God, it's here," she prayed. "What do I do, Lord?"

She must find a secure place to hide. She raced into their bedroom, where she kept her mother's ashes. As she stood in the doorway, a little voice said, "No. Go." She ran to a cupboard, then to a hallway, the bathroom, and in each heard the same whisperings, “No. Go.”. Suddenly, she heard the television announcer say that the tornado was heading for her area, and that no one without a shelter could survive. She grabbed the children and said, "Come on, babies. We're going!"

Dirt and bits of leaf pelted the 50-year-old grandmother as she strapped Jack and Cade into their car seats. Cade looked up and pointed. "Look," he shouted. "Tornado!" Jack joined in.

Cindy slammed the SUV into gear and raced up the street ahead. Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes clouded with tears, she thought how strange it would be to survive the storm, only to die in a car crash.

Now, Jim was her guide, on the car cell phone. Watching the storm's progress on TV at work, he told her to head toward Sunnylane Road, turn right, then head south away from the storm which was moving fast behind her. Needing no urging, Cindy was off! In her head she could hear the whispered voice saying, “No. Go!” Cindy kept moving until the radio announcer said it was safe for residents to return. The storm had again changed direction and moved on. But not without first venting it's wrath.

When she got back to the house, every room in which she'd considered taking shelter was demolished – just a heap of tangled rubbish greeted her. Had she not listened to the whispered voice, she and the two children would have surely been killed. A couple of hours later, Rob Willis came staggering up the street. He wrapped her in a bear hug and thanked her again and again for saving his only child.

Cindy wants just two things to come from her experience. She hopes Jim will fully accept Jesus into his life....and she wants their next home to have a shelter.