Big Storm

I read about Hurricane Florence hitting the eastern coast; high winds, flooding, power outages and more. I worry about folks I know living (and visiting) there, and I worry about folks there that I’ll probably never know. I pray for them all. I think about the people evacuated from their homes last week by wildfire. We watched in horror on our way home from St. George Thursday as winds whipped the Pole Creek and Bald Mountain fires to more than 30,000 acres. It looked like previews from the end of the world. It feels like we’ll never be free of the smell of smoke. The only bright light in all of this is the thought that regardless of the disaster: wind, fire, water or whatever, there will always be people running to the rescue with blankets, bandages, hot meals or whatever may be needed. I’m grateful to have the chance to join them, even if a prayer is all I can offer.