Suddenly this morning I am aware of danger, not for me but for my family...those who still live in the north.
My step son Robin is in hospital in Accrington. His daughter, my granddaughter Megan is a paramedic in and around Birmingham . Their home in Lancashire is high on the moors just a short distance from where the fire now blazes.
They are not in immediate danger but have to drive through smoke filled roads to reach the hospital.
I can’t go up there. I haven’t made that journey for years now so I am feeling like a useless old women yet again.
I wouldn’t be any help if I did go...I would just be another hostage to fortune. and they don’t need anyone else to worry about right now.
So I must pray. That is literally all I have.
Over the years I’ve spent many hours praying for Robin. He has survived several close brushes with death..on one occasion my husband , David turned down a very good job in Gibraltar because Robin was desperately ill.
His survival has made him fairly well known in Lancashire...no other person has survived against all the odds several times.
His present illness is not kidney failure but he is very poorly.
Over the years I’ve got used to sudden desperate times calling for prayer...but this is the only period when a moor fire is also threatening.
Living in glorious Cornwall where the sun shines brightly today I am too far away to be of any help. And phoning them to find out the exact position could just make a bad situation worse.
So I wait. I’ve been here before. Over to you God.
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