Labor Day, for most it means a three-day weekend, a relaxing end to summer spent grilling out with friends and family. It means swimming for one of the last times of the year, potato salad, watermelon, and don’t forget the brownies. It kicks off the more organized, less chaotic, scheduled life of school, work, Bible studies and the like.
Not this Labor Day though. Not for us anyway.
This Labor Day weekend in Texas saw the beginning of the worst wildfires in Texas history. As I type this the Bastrop fire continues to burn days later. Hundreds, with the possiblility of it being well over a thousand, of homes have been lost in this one fire alone. We Texans have officially survived the hottest summer on record for any state, ever. EVER. Coupled with the worst single year for drought the combination was a set up for the perfect storm, the perfect fire storm that is.
On Sunday of this past weekend, I came home from the movies to find my husband locating and packing up our important papers, pictures, cameras, computers, jewelry, and of course the recipe box. I mean what man wouldn’t think of packing up his wife’s recipes. A man who likes to eat does! We had been alerted that we may have to evacuate because of a fire headed our way.
[box] But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. Matthew 6:20[/box]
It’s surreal wandering around your house looking for keepsakes, things that can’t be replaced by a check from the insurance company. It makes you think and reevaluate. It brought me to the conclusion that I own a lot of nothing. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my life, family and my home. We have some nice things and some sort of “okay” things. What I mean is, none of it really meant anything when I was faced with losing it.
My sons are away at college so they were both safe. My husband and daughter were here with me and we had plenty of time to get to safety should we need to leave. Other than people, nothing really matters. Warning the neighbors who hadn’t heard, that mattered.
Now this may sound strange but I stood in my bedroom, looking at my twenty-year-old bedroom set, actually thankful that God had not given me all of the things that I had always told him I wanted. I don’t want to be so in love with this world and it’s trappings that I forget what’s really important. I don’t want to be so comfortable that my comfort zone becomes a prison disguised as paradise.
[box] What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul? Mark 8:36[/box]
I know that the only reason I felt this way is because I know the unfathomable love of Christ.
God spared our home but so many others are not able to say that today and my heart breaks for them.
More importantly though, most people in this world can’t say that they know the unfathomable love of Christ either and that breaks my heart far more.