KidsView  | The Adventist Review for kids and those who always will be kids at heart | April 2017

Through the Storm

By Chantal Klingbeil

Traveling during a storm can be scary as well as dangerous. So imagine what it was like to be in a hailstorm in a horse-drawn carriage! 

Ellen White was living in Australia at the time. One Sabbath as they left the meetinghouse they noticed the sky had grown dark with storm clouds. The blackness grew darker. Byron Belden drove the carriage with Ellen White and two other women as fast as he could. They were almost home when the storm struck. Hail began to fall. Everyone gasped as they saw how large the hailstones were—as large as chicken eggs! The hail pelted down on the carriage and the terrified horses.  Within minutes the clay road became a slippery mess and the horses could not keep their footing, twice slipping onto their haunches.  

Everyone was in danger. One of the horses, a young colt, was newly broken in. This was her first storm. Would she go wild start kicking or running? In the middle of that storm Byron tried to hang on to the reins as everyone was quietly praying.

Suddenly Ellen White had an idea. “Byron,” she said, “get out at once!” Leaving the carriage driverless didn’t seem like a good idea at first. But she explained: “Go to the colt’s head; talk to her. Let the horses know that you are not beating them.” Byron jumped out and got a firm grip on the young frightened horse. Then as quickly as they could, the women got out. The colt was frantic as Byron spoke to her. But she did not kick or break into a run as he led both horses toward the barn.

The wind blew with such force that the women’s hats were snatched from their heads despite all their hatpins. The carriage cushions, umbrellas, and carriage robes were blown into the field, and went flying in every direction. 

What a scene! The women reached the house hatless and drenched. Byron soon had the horses in safety. Later that evening Ellen White wrote in her diary:

“This is the sharpest experience I have ever had in a carriage in a storm. When the blackness deepened, with the clouds in the south, I supposed it would be no ordinary storm that we should have. . . . We have no question but our prayers were answered and the angel of God stood by the horses’ heads. Nothing was broken. The Lord preserved us, and His name shall be glorified. But I was deeply impressed.”—Ellen G. White manuscript 59, 1895.