In the Midst

Wednesday, five o'clock, for most people in Jackson this time marks the end of a hard workday, but for me it was only halfway to what would lead to the longest day of my life.

Eric, my husband, was going to meet me at the land where we were building our new house. I was driving to Mother's to pick up our four-year old daughter, Ericka, as she was at that age, as she loved to help with everything.

After picking Ericka up from Mother's we drove off to "The Land" as we called it. Eric and I were one of four couples, all friends, who came together and bought around a hundred acres of undeveloped woods to build our homes. At this time we were in the process of building our new house.

Halfway listening to Ericka's stories about her day I began to doubt whether "The Land" is where God wanted us to stay. There had been two brush fires recently, both coming within twenty yards of the house. Was God telling us to move? I questioned this to a co-worker, but her reply was that God had His hand of protection upon us. If He didn't then the house would've been consumed by the brush fires.