Fighting fire with...peace.

Last week was hard.  My son fights forest fires, and the west is blowing up.  The fire that he is on is relatively close to our home, so there is a lot of tv coverage.  While I was appreciative of all of the people calling for prayer, the more I heard, the sadder I got.  It came to a head one day, and I told one of the ladies in my office I was pouting and why.  It was then that God reminded me of one of my favorite bible stories, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego.  In this story, three young Jewish men who have been taken from their home wind up in the service of the King.  While there, they served the King well, but they made sure that God was the one they truly honored.  Well that wasn't good enough for the King, and when they would not bow down to his statue, he decided to punish them by throwing them into a fire.  These young men decided to honor God whether he saved them from the fire or not, and in that is where I find my peace.  That my son's ultimate protection is in the middle of God's will.  These young men did the job that God had for them, and God kept them safe.  My son is doing the job God has gifted him for, and my trust is that God will keep him safe.  I do know that anything can happen in this world, but I am thankful for God and how He reminds me that He is in control.