After the Fire

First and foremost I am glad that no one was injured in the fire. I thank God greatly for that. This blog is in no way demonstrating my ungratefulness, yet a place for me to express myself. I usually share my blogs with my friends and family by advertising it via email, however I have no intention of sharing this one. If people run up on it by accident that is fine with me...

Today I woke up in Montana and the pain began to hit me. I woke up in a bed very similar to the one that I purchased with my own money that is no longer there. When I return to South Carolina it is kind of like I have to start over... not from scratch but I won't have my own space. I won't have a lot of the scrapbooks and memories that I cherished. Yes they are earthly things but as many who know me know those are things that are just part of me... they are my security of those I have lost and those I never knew but researched to find more about. Many things I had have their own story. According to my mama, boyfriend and neighbor lots of things were recovered from my townhome. I must just wait and see.

This in combination with loosing an aunt that I was close to in January makes me recall a poem my friend Demetrius wrote

WHEN THE COMFORTER CRIES

I've witnessed the tears of many
I've lent shoulders to plenty
Somehow it came to be
That when others needed strength
They would turn to me
I offer support to as many as I can
Letting them know I'm limited
Because I am only a man
And that Jesus has all power in his hands
All this they understand
Yet, they also wanted a human friend
So I encouraged those who faced fear
Prayed with those who felt the end was near
Stood for those who couldn't stand
Help those who needed a hand
Hugged those who needed to be hugged
Trying my best to show friendship and love
I did much more, that I won't name above
Because nothing was done to make a name
I just wanted them to know that though
Times were bad, they wouldn't stay the same
And I still know this to be true
Even though gray clouds cover my sky
Blocking the view of that pretty blue
I know there's a blessing on the other side
It's just the fact that once again I have to go through
It took years to release the tears
But I didn't even get to finish the cry
Minutes after I began I had to wipe my eyes dry
Because once again I was being called upon
To share another's pain
To remind them storms are blessings
Because nothing grows without rain
And I did it gladly
Because helping others
Actually helps me
But once again I can feel the swells
Of huge tears forming in my eyes
Tears refusing to be held back
And tears that once started
Will not prematurely be dried
So what do I do
When the comforter cries...
© Demeterius Smith (By inspiration of The Holy Spirit)

Please keep me in your prayers if you happen to fall upon this page because I know it is going to be hard