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Very good read. I can most certainly relate to this teaching too when my father was still alive and we were living at our previous home. It was in the middle of summer and my folks were sleeping in their room while I was, almost always, in the lounge where I spent many days where my comp belonged in the corner.
Anyway, that day I was looking out towards the horizon for whatever reason when I saw something that didn't look right. I could see heat, amazing heat, causing the humidity in the air to boil within dense scrub (think lots of small trees, overgrown weeds, etc.) just a little downhill from the clearing where our home was settled. I watched for a time, trying to understand it when then I began to realise there was more to it than I reckoned. The faint semblence of flames began to show themselves reach above the trees, and that was when I knew we had a bushfire on our hands.
There wasn't a whole lot of time. I quickly woke my parents and alerted them of our, dare to say, impending doom. There was a lot of panic. Mum went outside to start the car in case we needed to run, and dad... I think he was already out getting a hose ready while they entrusted me to call the emergency line and get the fire brigade out to help. One of the scariest moments of my life, since it probably would have been too late for them to make it out of town to help. It was a test, though. I don't think I've ever been put truly in a life to death moment like that before, and instead of going crazy I was clear and precise on the phone and quickly went out to join my folks in fighting the blaze.
First thing that went wrong. Mum couldn't get her car to start. That alone was something you would never expect, as it was fairly new and never had trouble starting before. It forced her to stay and fight without thought and she was already on the move finding the closest garden hose (she eventually ended up on the roof of the house to make sure it didn't catch ablaze.) Dad was down at the bird runs I think, while I was racing towards the old shed when I saw its roof catch on fire as a wall of flame was already picking up, turning the scrub near us into, well, hell.
I was literally yelling by then, calling to God for help. As was mum. But long story short we should have lost the house that day. Maybe even ourselves. (Not to mention all our animals, which almost happened, yet we didn't lose a single one.) We found out later on that the rural brigade fire warden drove to the entrance of our property and stopped to get out on foot to see just how bad things were. He pretty much wrote us off then and there as the bushfire was burning up the rest of the scrub till it was pretty much behind the house and... you get the picture. I remember one bloke came out of nowhere and helped me try to put the fire out on the shed before real help arrived, as I raced back to the house. And by then there was a wall of flame climbing up the hill to claim it.
Then all of a sudden the wind changed. That wall of flame was only meters from claiming our house, yet it turned back in the direction it came from and to say that was not a miracle would be a crime. Fire literally travels uphill. It's just... it's what it does. The fact it didn't is proof something happened that day you just can't explain rationally without looking to God for answers. And after that, well, the rural fire brigade had their trucks screaming in helping us win a battle their chief had earlier thought we would have lost. So aside from losing a lot of dense scrub and some beautiful large gum trees, (that and the old chicken runs and an old plastic outdoor table and chairs that were long since forgotten), we got out of that pretty well.
Ironically my dear older, useless brother was over in Russia having fun where it was snowing at the time. Figures.
Anyway, it was a life experience I'll always remember and in a way thankful for. But that's my take on what you've said about crying out to God when we need Him most. Throught it was fitting.
Just don't ask me how much I despised my nextdoor neighbours because of it, though. Oh... the stories I could tell. XD
Anyway, that day I was looking out towards the horizon for whatever reason when I saw something that didn't look right. I could see heat, amazing heat, causing the humidity in the air to boil within dense scrub (think lots of small trees, overgrown weeds, etc.) just a little downhill from the clearing where our home was settled. I watched for a time, trying to understand it when then I began to realise there was more to it than I reckoned. The faint semblence of flames began to show themselves reach above the trees, and that was when I knew we had a bushfire on our hands.
There wasn't a whole lot of time. I quickly woke my parents and alerted them of our, dare to say, impending doom. There was a lot of panic. Mum went outside to start the car in case we needed to run, and dad... I think he was already out getting a hose ready while they entrusted me to call the emergency line and get the fire brigade out to help. One of the scariest moments of my life, since it probably would have been too late for them to make it out of town to help. It was a test, though. I don't think I've ever been put truly in a life to death moment like that before, and instead of going crazy I was clear and precise on the phone and quickly went out to join my folks in fighting the blaze.
First thing that went wrong. Mum couldn't get her car to start. That alone was something you would never expect, as it was fairly new and never had trouble starting before. It forced her to stay and fight without thought and she was already on the move finding the closest garden hose (she eventually ended up on the roof of the house to make sure it didn't catch ablaze.) Dad was down at the bird runs I think, while I was racing towards the old shed when I saw its roof catch on fire as a wall of flame was already picking up, turning the scrub near us into, well, hell.
I was literally yelling by then, calling to God for help. As was mum. But long story short we should have lost the house that day. Maybe even ourselves. (Not to mention all our animals, which almost happened, yet we didn't lose a single one.) We found out later on that the rural brigade fire warden drove to the entrance of our property and stopped to get out on foot to see just how bad things were. He pretty much wrote us off then and there as the bushfire was burning up the rest of the scrub till it was pretty much behind the house and... you get the picture. I remember one bloke came out of nowhere and helped me try to put the fire out on the shed before real help arrived, as I raced back to the house. And by then there was a wall of flame climbing up the hill to claim it.
Then all of a sudden the wind changed. That wall of flame was only meters from claiming our house, yet it turned back in the direction it came from and to say that was not a miracle would be a crime. Fire literally travels uphill. It's just... it's what it does. The fact it didn't is proof something happened that day you just can't explain rationally without looking to God for answers. And after that, well, the rural fire brigade had their trucks screaming in helping us win a battle their chief had earlier thought we would have lost. So aside from losing a lot of dense scrub and some beautiful large gum trees, (that and the old chicken runs and an old plastic outdoor table and chairs that were long since forgotten), we got out of that pretty well.
Ironically my dear older, useless brother was over in Russia having fun where it was snowing at the time. Figures.
Anyway, it was a life experience I'll always remember and in a way thankful for. But that's my take on what you've said about crying out to God when we need Him most. Throught it was fitting.
Just don't ask me how much I despised my nextdoor neighbours because of it, though. Oh... the stories I could tell. XD