One of Life's Storms

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On February 19th, 2001 a tragedy hit the small town where I live. (Just 9 blocks from our home) As we were driving home that night, we saw police cars, blocking off the street. We then saw smoke, then what we saw, our eyes were not prepared to see. We saw smoke, heavy , heavy smoke, then turning into flames that we could see as it got higher & higher. I never really saw the fire dept., at work first hand, until today. They were striving to put this fire out. It started going out of the front of the building, knocking out windows. The firefighters were fighting against the heat, & smoke, holding the heavy water hoses, as the water gushed out of the hoses. But, in reality, the fire would not give up. I stood there in amazement, that with water being poured from various angles, the fire would not stop. But, the firefighters never gave up. They kept at it.

As we wee watching this, which by the way was a furniture store started in 1883. Anyway, as I was watching this, I kept thinking, praise God no one got hurt. See, here in town, stores close at 5, so no one was in the vicinity. I kept thinking of the owners, & what about the employees? Their jobs were not their anymore. Did a child make a picture for someone in one of the offices? How does that child feel? What about that gorgeous clock, that sat in the there. I found out today, a lady loved to go by the at night, to see this clock, all lit up. She knew she could never afford it, but she could admire it, walking by the store.

On the side of the store, was a historical mural. It was gorgeous. The next day, the picture was still there, but the fait of that historical mural, that someone had put their love into painting, all lays in the hands, the same ones with the building. decision.

As I was thinking of that, our 5 year old son whispered to me ":Mommy, can we pray for the people that own that?" Oh tears filled my eyes. What was our son thinking, if he could ask that question. What was on his mind, as we just looked in amazement as the events were unfolding? I of course said yes.

The fire was not under control, but we had to leave. It was late & cold. We went back the back way home. As I drove, I thought of the many people that were there, witnessing such a terrible fire. But, yet, there were more, who did not even know about it Life goes on... Tragedies happen, life goes on....

death happens, other life goes on...

birth happens, life goes on... & so on & so on....

I look back at the fire, & the firefighters they tried to put out this fire. Are we like that with our sin? Do we fight so hard to put out the fire of the devil? Trying to douse him with water, but he keeps on going against us, so we turn up the power, the power of the Holy Spirit, to put out the burning of satan.

There were 3 firefighters on a hook & ladder , they got so close, they actually broke the window with an ax,.... Do we get close like that, so we can give satan the final blow, the final powerful blow, that only God can give us the strength for? I would like to say that I do, but I know I fail at times.

I praise God no one got hurt, or killed in this fire. I want to Praise HIM for giving the firefighters the strength to fight this, then also to stay up for hours after, to make sure all was out. I also want to praise HIM, for letting me see this in a different way. Fire damage is like sin, the actual sin ( or fire) does not have to touch directly to hurt or damage things, the smoke, of the fire, (or the lasting effects) can be felt in the hearts of many.

I had to share that from my heart to yours.


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