A place I have been to many times. A place that inspired so much of my poetry. The place I married. The place I grew up taking weekend trips to, has burned. My heart is so sad. I feel for all the families and business owners who have lost. And I hurt for the wildlife who are running scared and injured. I worry about people who came on vacation with their family and had to quickly leave and find a safe place, not knowing the area. I ache for the trees themselves! I never thought something like this would make me feel this way. I never thought I would feel so helpless and heartbroken. This has burned me too. But my faith keeps reminding me of one simple scripture…
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.
I have learned that with devastation and heartbreak, God never fails to deliver something beautiful in return. In that, I can find peace. In that I hold onto hope.