Looking out the window at a gentle rain, watching the birds preening in our tall evergreen, the world looks so tranquil and beautiful. I wonder, as I often do, at the intricacy of God’s amazing creation.
Then into the peace of this rainy spring morning, memories from last night intrude…
My stepdaughter and I are talking on the phone over her car’s speaker as she drives home from her job on a special ops military base. She is telling me about her busy day, made all the busier because she is working alone, while her only coworker is out sick. Having recently traveled by air, the coworker was tested for the novel coronavirus. Her test was negative, yaay.
As my stepdaughter pulls to a stop in front of her house, she is telling me that she plans to eat an early dinner and then go to bed right away, as she is very tired. She had major surgery back on January 17 and still has not fully recovered.
I am telling my stepdaughter goodbye, wishing her a restful night, when she suddenly says “Why is black smoke pouring out of that house down the street?”
She drives down about a block and a half, then says “I have to call 911, this house is on fire!” I disconnect our call and begin to pray.
More than an hour later, she is finally able to call back. The story she tells is very hard to hear. She had found a man lying on the ground just outside the blown out door of the burning house. He was burned all over his entire body. He was alive, but barely. If he lives, she said, he will be completely blind.
She was first on the scene, as the explosion and fire had just happened. She tried to move the man away from the burning house, but could not budge him on her own. Then a passerby came running over to help, and together they were able to move the burn victim far enough away from the fire.
My stepdaughter and the young man who helped her were so close to the fire that their hair was singed.
She lives in a very rural town. It took a long time before the fire trucks and EMTs got there. In the meantime, my stepdaughter, who has had some emergency medical training, was trying to keep the burn victim calm. He was able to talk somehow, even though the entire inside of his mouth was burned. When the emergency vehicles finally arrived, they were short handed. When they saw that she knew what she was doing, they asked my stepdaughter to ride along with the burn victim, to meet the helicopter that was on its way to airlift him to the nearest burn unit.
My stepdaughter called me again this morning, to chat over her car’s speakers as she drove to work. The adrenaline rush from last night had worn off, and she sounded very subdued. Wounded. Wounded by the trauma she had witnessed and experienced last night.
And now she is working, again all by herself, and I am once again staring out the window at the falling rain, the preening birds, the trees, the marvel of God’s creation.
Life is wonderful and terrible. And in a moment, everything can change, forever.
These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world. ~John 16:33
This post was inspired by: https://bcooper.wordpress.com/2020/03/13/a-lot-of-people/
Photo was found on: https://becomingtheoilandwine.com/2017/01/13/pick-sense-out-of-nonsense/