# Amongst the Regrowth

> Writer Wednesday prompt reflection: How has nature been a teacher?

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**Published on:** 2024-07-10
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For today’s prompt, I reflected on when we lost our house to a wildfire a few years back. This marked the a season of discovering who I am and a more holistic view of God than I previously had before. Six years ago, this month, a wildfire came and devoured the walls of my home and every priceless memory that came with it. The flames, consumed not just wood and stone, but a significant piece of my heart. It marked the beginning of a season, I still find myself in today. Why would God allow my neighbors home to stand untouched and unfazed, while the remnants of mine was nothing but soot and ash? I still don’t have an answer to this, and have resolved I most likely never will. In the chaos & disbelief of this moment years ago, internally I became ablaze myself, twisted and torn, uprooted from my home, in the middle of the night the fire burned away the the safety of my home & along with it the false sense of security that God in their goodness would always protect me in the ways I expected, hoped for, and asked for. This moment of my home’s destruction was the catalyst of my internal deconstruction. There were more questions than answers, only ash and a deafening silence in the wake of my home and my heart. I stand now, six years on, amongst the regrowth. In a new understanding of life, and an evolving lens of what faith is and what it means. While much is up in the air, I have never felt more free & grounded, my roots deeper than before, nourished by the knowledge that although I find myself in exile wandering, it is truer & more genuine & more raw than anything I’ve experienced before. In the quiet, after the fire & other storms that threatened to destroy, I have found a new strength. I’m thankful for the love that holds me, grateful for the family that is my safe place. I am growing a seed planted long ago. A knowing that traumatic moments, like wildfires, burn fiercely but pass— leaving room for renewal, for peace, for the unyielding & unrelenting green of life that comes after destruction.

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