oasis

Just a little exerpt from a story I read by Kim Meedler

I was completely overwhelmed as I slid off Firefly's back and walked through the sooty black powder. My tears broke through my emotional dam in an uncontrollable flood. This was my special place, my healing chamber, my home. Now it was destroyed beyond recognition. "Dear Jesus, this is just like my life," I sobbed.
The puffy, black, soot billowed up nearly to my waist. Firefly and I had began walking a while when my racking sobs finally subsided into silent tears that streamed down my face. And then I saw it. In the vast expanse of black one tiny oasis of color survived. I moved closer and knelt down to inspect this tiny pink wonder. A little plant had risen through the ash and, defying all odds, dared to bloom in this world of black. Then I heard within my heart the unmistakable voice of the One who had knelt beside me so many years before. "You are right, child - this is just like your life. You see, I have raised you out of the ashes."

This story is about a young girl who lost her mother and father to murder and suicide. Her only comfort was riding through the forest near her grandmother's house on her horse. When the forest burns down she is overwhelmed by grief one more time.

As I read the words of this story it struck me that God can do anything. No matter how helpless your situation may be He will raise you from the ashes - when you let Him.