Sunday morning we headed to church like any other weekend. It had rained a total of about 10 inches in Luverne, MN, and we were curious how bad it would be at Dan’s parents’ farm, since they are near the river bottom. His mom had texted us and told us they were trapped, which wasn’t the first time, and posted pictures of their lawn-now-lake.
Dan wanted to see how bad it really was, and kept referring to the “flood of ’93.”
It was bad.
Worse than ’93. The family farm was an island to say the least.
Driving along, we couldn’t find a passable road to cross the “Mississippi” as Dan put it.
It took us over an hour and many miles north to find a dry road, and we passed a few incidents along the way.
The dam at the Blue Mound State Park broke and was part of cause of flooding for Dan’s family. It turns out this was the worst flooding incident in almost 100 years. It wasn’t just rain either, but hail, wind and tornadoes popped up everywhere. In Leota it looked like someone had taken a gun to the homes affected by golf ball size hail. There was a lot of loss.
I was worried about how we would get home. Even Interstate 90 closed due to flooding.
Traffic was redirected and we made it home, so we consoled ourselves in a way any normal person would.
Cinnamon swirl bread.
We ate the whole loaf in one sitting.
It was hard to resist.
Please keep all the flood victims of Luverne and the surrounding areas in your prayers.
Perhaps you would remember to pray for them over a slice of Cinnamon Swirl bread you bought at the Farmer’s Market.
Just a suggestion.