I pray for my brother as I pray for myself. I come to you in the name of Jesus Christ begging for you help. The storm raged, as it consumed my brother. He turned to the Lord and cried out father, he dropped to his knees and sobbed father please. The wrath of his pain was more powerful than thunder lightning and rain he was helpless against the storm until the power of the holy Ghost began to form. the Lord rescued him and held him until he was warm. Sadly the damages were done. His trauma was great perhabs this is fate. I thank the Lord for saving him. My big brother is my only