Fire fighting nights are not easy.
Fire fighting days are tough.
Fire fighting seasons are draining.
My thoughts are leaves flying aimlessly in the storm. Unable to be pinned down, unable to be tamed.
There are times I think it would be easier to just drop everything because it gets so tiring. Not really the busyness, but the discouragement. The fear. The helplessness. The faithlessness.
Yet I remember that even when I am faithless, He is faithful. And even when I am fearful, He love casts out fear.
To cry until all that is left of me is nothing, leaving emptiness as what remains. And in the stillness of it all, to hear the Voice that matters the most..