It’s been ages since I’ve written or read a blog post. No excuses. Life got in the way. Today I’ve come back to my house to look over our possessions one more time and decide if there’s anything else I want to take with me, should the wildfire that is threatening our home force us to minimize and live more simply.
Is writing really the most important thing I could be doing right now? Some, perhaps many, would say no. But it is calming to me. And besides, this post is only supposed to take five minutes to write. My timer is set, and when it goes off, I’ll move on to the next thing.
Covid is just as real in our community as it is anywhere else. But recently our minds have been diverted from Covid by a strong storm followed by a tornado, followed by a wildfire. All these experiences are firsts for my family and me. Add to that the final exams that my children, among many others, are taking, bringing an end to the most bizarre semester of their college career. Add to that the personal drama of asthma attacks, difficulty swallowing, and a twisted ankle. Needless, to say, my cup is running over right now, not only with trials but with grace to face them.
Then this morning dawned, and I awoke with a sense of dread. I do not fear the loss of the house and all it contains, but I was worried for the health and safety of the brave people who are fighting this fire—and have been fighting it for days. Not only that, I was concerned for all who have already lost their homes, and all whose homes stand in the path between my own home and the 100-foot wall of fire. The wind is picking up again, and the rain refuses to fall.
But I must REFRAIN from fearing.
How can I fear with Jesus? “Lord, I believe. Help Thou mine unbelief.”
I know that now, as always, He will show Himself faithful.
A monologue written for Kate Motaung’s Five-Minute Friday: REFRAIN
Photo borrowed from Kate Motaung