To Breathe Again

There has been rain! The fires have put an unfortunate damper on our summer. Not just the limited camping, no fireworks, the worrying, but also no breathing.  Every day I would wake up to the smell of smoke. Something about the smell of smoke starts your heart beating faster. It messes with your mind. Fire is such a powerful thing. Fire is my enemy.
   I have a store of fabric that is precious to me and irreplaceable items that I love.  The Bible warns us against such things.
Matthew 6:19 says, "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal."   
Every summer starting at the time the tornadoes come I worry about my stuff.  Stuff seems to be a dirty word.  I feel bad for worrying but I do. I feel bad for every person that was in the path of the fires.


I hope and pray that they can pick up the pieces. Not only does fire destroy, but a leaves a lingering smell that won't let you forget. It leaves behind ash and char marks that turn the color to black and white.


I am grateful for the colors in my world and that I can breathe again.