Gratitude can take form in surprising ways: Aside from the gratitude that dwells in places of happiness and blessings, darker frontiers of gratitude are ‘illuminated’ amid sorrow and disappointment.
The photo above was taken in the middle of the night on January 2, illuminated by our sow farrowing/ dairy barn engulfed in flames.
Gratitude. It was the only building lost, it wasn’t our home, and it was just a building.
Gratitude. Neighbors came from everywhere in the valley, Fort Shaw, Sun River and Simms, volunteering to get up in the middle of a frigid night, don a heavy suit, and rush toward our fire.
Gratitude. Todd of Simms, MT- who didn’t just drive by, but drove toward the glow. We had been comfortably sleeping through a silent, raging inferno until this stranger pounded on our door hard enough to wake us.
So now, we move forward. We take our lumps, and we start making plans. It’s not the situation we would have chosen, but in every challenge lies opportunity, so we’re looking for the opportunities.
It still smells like charred earth and burned metal, but the smoldering will cease, the black will fade, and good things will come.