Small-town, engulfed in tragedy.
The flames of last week were painful
My heart hurts for them
You can see it on their faces
Walking the streets of this beautiful little town
We’re hurting
The black ribbons all over downtown,
Houses and businesses alike.
The gaping hole strewn with ashes and rubble,
The blackened bricks and melted sign
Now lined with flowers in memory of the fallen.
What used to be full of busy shoppers,
Is now a solemn reminder of the fragility of life.
Life is short, beauty often overlooked
We are busy creatures,
Never taking the time to realize.
Never opening our eyes to see the hearts involved
But only the Father can restore our eyes
Only He who created can give us the ability to love
Love truly and fully… even in the midst of tragedy.
For out of ashes comes a beauty unknown
Out of tragedy can come triumph
Nothing can ever change the outcome of that sad day
But in the light of His unending love,
We can find hope.
He alone can rebuild and restore our hearts.
To console those who mourn in Zion
To give them beauty for ashes,
The oil of joy for mourning,
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;
That they may be called trees of righteousness,
The planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified.”
And they shall rebuild the old ruins,
They shall raise up the former desolations,
And they shall repair the ruined cities,
The desolations of many generations.
Isaiah 61:3-4
Praying my community hears the voice of God today.
Praying they recognize His love for them and that those who know Him can reach out to those who don’t.
Having faith that those who don’t know Him will seek in the midst of these sad days and find the only One who can heal their broken hearts.
- In memory of Kenneth Rea & Raymond Walter.
Listowel Volunteer Firefighters who died a week ago.
Listowel Volunteer Firefighters who died a week ago.
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