It saddens me. Even though fires are what give my grandson his vocation, and the possibility of fires demand more firemen be trained and employed, it still breaks my heart to see the destruction a raging fire causes.
I've shared photos with you two days ago of a place here in Southeast Oklahoma that takes my breath away each time I see it. It's so serene...so pure and clean. The photo on the left is one I plan to make into a greeting card. However...
...yesterday afternoon a fire which had burned over 4,000 acres near Medicine Park, jumped a road and headed straight for this little community. The photo of the tarantula (right) I took that was crossing the road with a couple of partners just outside of my lens. Over and over I heard of more engines and water being needed on the scanner-radio. I also heard of trailers burned to the ground. The entire community of businesses and homes were evacuated. With 35-mph winds prevailing, and drought in our area, it will be a miracle if the fireman from over 20 stations are able to hold the fire at bay.
My grandsons, Ryan and Jordy, were two of the many firefighters battling the blaze. I've prayed for them alot through the night. My daughter has prayed....and listened anxiously to the online scanner. It's not easy to fight fires anytime, let alone in temperatures topping 104. Even the evening held temps of 96. Tomorrow there's no relief in sight, either. Firefighters will deal with heat exhaustion. Many of these men are volunteers. They don't get paid to protect our lands and homes from fire. They do it because they care. They care about their community, and their neighboring communities.
One week a place is at peace and blossoming with the serenity of heaven on earth. The next week it is a charred and ruined land...tarantulas gone, the roadrunner I saw chasing something (most likely a snake), into the brush, is probably gone, too. Houses, trailers, homes...gone...structure fires is what they are called. Homes are what residents call them. I do feel sad. My husband preached in a little church in Medicine Park when we first came to Oklahoma. They are sweet, dear people. I know some are now homeless. Just as they were homeless years ago, when a tornado ripped through the town. Some residents packed up and moved on. Others stayed and rebuilt--much like these Okies will do when the fire has taken all it can take.
All across America, people are homeless. Floods throughout the heartland. Tornadoes dotting the nation. And soon it will be hurricane season. I've watched as families cried at the loss of their loved ones...of property...and livelihoods. It makes me see how blessed I am to have what I have. I am so grateful for my grandsons who brave the elements and fire which threaten to destroy the peace of my neighbors. I am so grateful for the volunteers who fight tirelessly all night then go to their jobs each day.
How much we take for granted in life.
I listened to the dispatch report a domestic disturbance. A husband and wife arguing. I wonder if the officers will be okay as they approach these two discontented people and enter their dysfunctional lives. I pray so. I pray they'll all be fine. I pray for the families around our country who are hurting and unemployed. I know their pain, their fear, their anxious thoughts. It is not fun. May God grant to all the peace that passes all understanding as they stand the trials upon their faith.
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6-7.
To get a BETTER idea of how gorgeous this place is, take a virtual tour of Medicine Park, Oklahoma (/link).. It's beautiful...or it was. Today's light will bring a clearer picture. May God be with them all, and may we be there for them before the embers cool. selahV
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