Here

photo credit: carolune via photopin cc

photo credit: carolune via photopin cc

I’m participating in Five Minute Friday (a day late but oh well) sponsored by one of my favorite bloggers, Lisa-Jo Baker. Five minutes, just writing. No more. And . . . go.

The prompt: “Here”

Little one,

I remember sitting in the car, my head turning backward to see what we had accomplished. We had filled our car, full, of the people I loved and a few treasured belongings. We were fleeing from a major fire up on the mountain near our home. Once the ash starting raining in our yard, we looked at one another, your dad and I, and started hunting and gathering. It didn’t take long to grab you, the dog, our wedding photos, a few clothes. We jumped in the car and headed for clearer skies, air that wouldn’t cause your newborn lungs to struggle.

And I remember looking backward, seeing your little head and our furry dog and a few small things that fit in a small car and I didn’t feel scared. I felt content. My heart was in this car. Here. Here we were, all of us. Secure, together, here.

It’s one of my snapshots that linger in my mind. Of a time that was peaceful when it shouldn’t have been. A time that was sweet, when it should’ve been scary. I see our little car, loaded with us–our life– and I realized that God had blessed us with what was in that car. Here was exactly where I wanted to be.

So, baby, as that fire burned, another one burned as well. A beautiful one, that will never go out.

Comments

  1. What a sweet post! I know that feeling, the one of imminent danger, yet all feels right with the world. It was that way when Hurricane Rita came through here and we loaded a zillion kids and critters and stuff into our van that was way too small for everything, but we did it. We were evacuating, but it was more a vacation. It was fun!

    I enjoyed reading your post. Have a great week!

  2. >sniff< !! Beautiful. :)

  3. Margaret says:

    Like Joy….”sniff”…what a great product from 5 minutes!

  4. Very nice post.

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