I was going to.....

I was going to write about how weekends seem to go by quickly, compared to week days........
I was going to write about how the Superteen has spent today at Wet N Wild with a friend, while I sit here and worry about him...........
I was going to write about how Miss Nine had her netball trials yesterday............
Or about how the Superteen had his first cricket match and was selected as opening fast bowler..........

But as I sit here, with the nightly news blaring on the television next to me, I am watching images of the aftermath of one of the most horrific bush fires that our country has ever seen.

I have seen pictures of whole townships toppled.
I have seen pictures of grown men reduced to tears.
Of normally stoic politicians trying not to break down.
Of landscapes and wildlife desecrated.
Of fire-fighters and volunteers working beyond capacity.
Of people suffering burns and injury.
Of death toll numbers that just keep rising (it's 65 people at the time of writing).

.......The pain and suffering of normal, everyday people whose lives will never be the same again.....those people who have faced the hell of an on-going inferno and lived to tell the tale.

And the numbers keep coming. I heard a story of one fire front being up to 20 kilometres long and one kilometre wide. How could anyone escape that?

Suddenly, as I look out the window next to my desk at the houses on the hill to the east of us, to the distance across to Moreton Island - I realise just how lucky I am.

Thinking of all those Victorians who have been affected by this cataclysmic event and keeping you in my prayers.