House fire destoyed couple’s home, not their hearts

The wife sings on the worship team at church. I’ve been watching her particularly these past two Sundays, to see if there’s any difference. You know, pre-house fire vs. no fire.

Nope, can’t tell anything’s wrong.

She’s up there singin’ her heart out, a hand or two lifted toward God. She does this little back-and-forth shuffle. It’s almost dancing. The best thing of all: the smile on her face. You can fake a shuffle and a hand. Can’t fake joy, Internets.

And you can’t fool the Lord either.

This gal, she blesses me. She has nothing but a coming insurance check. Her lovely log cabin style home is gone. I can’t imagine the pain of losing all the photos, scrapbooks, tangible memories.

That’s the kind joy I want in my life. Complete trust and faith. On fire, Holy Spirit joy.