The Lord, Our Refiner: Beauty After the Fire
I’ve spent enough time in the field to know that fire is never the end of the story.Recently, I stood in an area that had been scorched. The ground was blackened. The air still carried that faint burnt smell. And everything looked finished. Dead. Empty. Like nothing good could ever come from it again.But if you’ve worked in conservation long enough, you know better.Because after the fire comes…
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