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House Fire

3 years ago this morning I was.....

Noticing how rainy it was....
Asking Liz for a ride to school....
Not looking forward to Chemistry....
Getting soaked in the rain....
Focusing totally on myself....

And then I got "that" call....
And I asked Liz to call her mom....
And her mom drove by my house....
And her mom said "we better get there quick"....
And I tried to call my mom....

Then I heard my mom say "its bad"....
My mind went totally blank....
My heart sank from my chest to my toes....
Liz drove me back to the apartment....
And I drove like a maniac to my house....

The street was blocked off....
My mom ran down the street to get me....
I started to break down...a little....
Ok....a lot....
Then I saw this....


And a little while later it looked more like this....


A few months later it looked like this....

And at Christmas it looked like this....

And now it looks sorta looks like this....

And the great part is....

We endured this as a family....
We cried together....
We laughed together....
We reminisced together....

We learned to thank more....
to give more....
to cherish more....
to pray more....
to appreciate more....
to love more....

Yes, August 24th, you will always remind me of that piece of my heart that was turned to ashes as I watched my house burn down, but....you will also remind me of....

the hundreds of gentle hands....
the heavenly embrace....
the power of prayer....
the genuine kindness....
the listening ears....
and most importantly....the divine love

that helped us endure this trial....and all of these have made our hearts spill over with joy! Thank you to everyone who helped, listened, prayed, and loved us...you really are amazing!!!!!

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I'm sure most of you have seen this slide show of our house fire, but if you haven't or just want to watch it again, I have included it!


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  1. April, I don't know if I have ever seen that video. I really don't have a comment. You are all my hero, that is for sure. I hope you had a great day of your final semester of school!!! Yippeee. Denise

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