Fire and Faith

I think there's a reason why Hell is depicted as fire. Fire is horrific and destructive. The State Fire Marshal told us that fire is violent and noisy. Our fire woke our neighbors with its noise. I hate to think of the terror our neighbors and our firefighters went through not knowing if that fire had touched us personally or just our stuff.

But Fire is also the Holy Spirit.  At church on Sunday, they announced a fundraising spaghetti supper to be held for us in two weeks. Knowing that we needed to be out of town for my niece's baby's baptism, where my daughter will become her godmother, I quickly flipped ahead in the book to see the date. It's not the date of the baptism but it IS the date of Pentecost. Pentecost - when the Holy Spirit came to the apostles in tongues of fire!  God has a quirky sense of humor.

I don't believe in coincidence, I believe in small miracles found every day. I believe that I'm being shown that that fire is bad but fire is good. I'm still looking forward to bonfires and s'mores. I won't let this fire stop me from being me. I'm thankful I didn't see it burning, I might not be able to feel this way if I had.