One of the fires burning in Texas is in the Magnolia area. It is bearing down on acreage occupied by family members of ours, on Belle's side of the family. Last night around 10pm, a knock came on the door, informing them that they had to evacuate. As I type, Belle is showing me the Texas wild fire map. The leading edge of the burn has progressed south of their place and the bulk of it appears to be east of their location.
The property damage from fires burning all over the state is pretty big, but in comparison to the wide swath a hurricane cuts along its path, it's fairly localized.
They are holed up in a motel not far away. I can only imagine what this is like for them. Like watching their own personal hurricane made of fire slowly roll in.
Like all in the path of the wildfires, the tangible results of a lifetime's dreams and toil are at stake. My hope for them springs eternal, and I pray the fire passes by.
I'm trying not to think too much about the downside of the situation. It makes my heart hurt.