By Sue Cass
The moon is partly hidden in the dark sky. The crew is sound asleep after a hard days work. Snores fill the firefighters rooms and dreams flicker through their minds.
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The blare of the alarm brings all snapping to attention and jumping from their bunks they don their gear quickly and with much practice. Sliding down the slick pole they run to the big red fire truck.
Kevin jumps behind the wheel and the Man slides in beside him. He flips a switch and the air is filled with the scream of the siren as Kevin maneuvers the big rig out onto the street.
They scream through the silent dark streets and arrive at a house engulfed in flames. The crew rush to pull the hoses out of their compartments, others hook them to the nearby fire hydrant and truck tanks, commands are shouted, and men go about their task of saving a home as best they can like busy ants on an important mission.
People have come to stand on their porches clad in night gowns and pajamas. Someone shouts, “There’s a baby inside,” as the mother screams and tries to get to the inflamed door of her home. The heat pushes her back and she falls to her knees sobbing.
Kevin sucks in a deep breath and shouts, “I’m going in!” The Man grabs his arm and states, “I’m going with you!” Kevin nods and the two of them rush into the burning inferno.
The cries of a child can barely be heard over the roar of the fire. Visibility is almost nil and the Man shouts, “I got your back. The baby is over there.” Kevin crawls through the dense smoke toward where the Man pointed and finds the child. Together they rush through the room and down the stairs just as the roof caves in inches behind them.
The crowd cheers as the mother screams and runs full speed toward Kevin and the Man as they exit the blazing house. She grabs her coughing, crying baby as the E.M.T. places an oxygen mask over the baby’s face.
“Thank you Jesus,” she cries while placing her baby on the ambulance gurney.
The Man looks at her and smiles, “Your welcome,” He states and gives Kevin a high-five.
(Sue’s version) Phil. 4:13
Republished with permission Sue’s Pen2PaperBlog
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Having completed my college years I made my career as a flight attendant for a major airline. Many years later I retired. Georgia is my home since 1968.
I met, married, and buried my husband here. Very soon after my husband went to be with the Lord, “God rattled my cage” and I became a follower of Christ.
I have devoted my life to Him. He has done much within me, for me, and through me.
In other words, He transformed my life.
I am an abuse survivor. I am the founder & C.E.O. of Elah Ministries, Inc. A non-profit 501c3 ministry that offers hope, healing, and deliverance to hurting souls. I have ministered to both men and women survivors of childhood sexual abuse and have seen the grace of God work mightily in both individual lives and through the support groups I have led.
Along the way by God’s grace I became an author. I do speaking engagements, book signings, prayer ministry, and whatever the Lord calls me to do.
There are times I need to “run away” and my favorite place for relaxation is a beach with ocean waves rolling in, the sun, sea air,
seagulls swooping down for the potato chips I offer, my swimming suit filled with sand, and a good book. It calms my soul.