This morning at 4:17, I woke up, sweating profusely. Our room was so hot! So as I was laying there in bed, all of the sudden I heard a low but pretty darn audible rumbling sound. My bed started shaking back and forth, not violently, but very very very noticeable. It felt as if someone was climbing up the ladder to my bed. I quickly looked over to my ladder, but no one was there. Looking across the room to my roommates, they were sound asleep. As my bed began to stop shaking, I started wondering to myself what in the heck that was. An earthquake… NO way! I was convinced that either the shaking back and forth had been a dream, I was seriously mentally handicapped, or there was someone in our room. There was no one in our room, and I was not certainly not dreaming, and last time I checked, I was still somewhat normal (though my friends and family may disagree). I dismissed the event completely and went back to bed after opening the window.
This morning when I awoke to get up, my roommate Brett told me that “we missed an earthquake.” “I didn’t!”, I shouted back. So apparently I wasn’t imagining things and my sea-rocking-bed was for real. I survived and witnessed first-hand an earthquake, and in Illinois of all places. The last earthquake I witnessed was in California a few years ago. Hands down to the awesome power of God!