When you cross deep rivers,
I will be with you,
and you won't drown.
When you walk through fire,
you won't be burned
or scorched by the flames.--Isaiah 43:2
I was still on the phone notifying the electric company about my power outage when I heard the rumble of a truck in my driveway. I stuck my head out the door.
“You’ve got a fire out here!” my father
called to me.
“What! A fire! Should I call 911?”
“No, I think I can put it out!” he shouted
over his shoulder as he trotted off toward the front of my house.
I ran after him and rounded the corner, gasping
at what I saw—tongues of flames licking the dry grass, traveling toward the
pasture in one direction and toward my house in the other.
“No!” I shouted, “There may be a live wire
on the ground!”
