Friday 6 May 2016

From Ashes



The phoenix is a fascinating mythical creature.  It ends it's life in flames, and is re-born from the ashes.  How beautiful is that?

I have been thinking of the Phoenix the last few days, as I watch the devastation in Fort McMurray.  People being forced to leave their homes, knowing full well that they may return to ash. 

I can't imagine leaving my husband behind, in danger, so he can help fight off the fire.
I can't imagine remaining calm for my children as we drive through our burning city.
I can't imagine losing every material thing I own, except what I hastily pack in my car.
I can't imagine relying on the generosity of strangers for everything.

Those generous strangers -
The ones who are using whatever resources and time they have to help. 
Those who are driving miles to bring families gas, and food, and water. 
Those who are donating money. 
Those who are opening their homes. 
Those who are donating basic necessities. 
And those who are praying.

None of those acts are extraordinary, but they are undeniably beautiful.

And I watch in amazement at the goodness of people.  It's these stories, of people helping people, that bring me close to tears.

These stranger are the sparks of new life - the hope - that's rising from the ashes.