Bodies fall ill and burn with cancers, relationships catch fire and turn to ash, and families fracture with heat and fall to the ground. Yes, life comes from the charred ground again, but it is hard to find faith and regroup sometimes.
I updated my 'I'm Alive' portion of this blog. I am having a hard time with a few things. I am grateful for the rebirth after the embers cool and the ashes give nutrients to the blackened soil. However, I am not liking the fires. None of them. Smoky air is hard to see thru (and breathe in) and the darn blazes are entirely unpredictable.
It was even more odd when I called home to let everyone know I was fine and The Craftsman didn't even know the area was burning! The news just wasn't a priority at the time. It is making me hit those 'cute' Diet Pepsi bottles pretty hard, though.