"What's burning?" I wondered.
The road I was on was leading me really close to it. I made a different turn than I would have if I hadn't been so curious...I get that from my dad...curious is a nice way of saying nosey. I really wanted to know what was on fire.
My turn led me to this view:
It's not uncommon, in these parts, for someone to be outside burning their trash...which is crazy...but that looks like a whole landfill is on fire. Or a field. Lord, don't let it be a house.
I got a little closer, but I still couldn't get close enough to see what it was. Seriously, it just looks like the ground is on fire. I just don't know.
I needed to get where I was going. I had to give up my quest. As I began to drive my new route, I noticed that the smoke was drifting right over the road I was now on. I was telling the children to look up to see the smoke through my sunroof...and when I joined them, my jaw dropped.
When I look at this picture, I am convinced that God's presence can be seen in the smallest (or biggest) things. His love shines right through the chaos of this life...isn't it amazing?