|Thank God for the Red Cross|
Many of you know my story, know the road I have been on the last three years in an effort to rebuild my life. It’s been putting one foot in front of the other every single day, good days and bad. I’ve been able to grow and learn so much about myself. In the process I found hope and faith and learned to trust God and the Universe to deliver me out of difficult situations and to lead me in the direction that is the vision for my life.
However, this is a particularly scary time for me and my children. As I write this, I sit in a little dive roadside motel, that in all honesty I could not be more grateful for. I don’t mind its smell of cigarette smoke; it’s dried-out and broken pool outside the front door. It’s bad location or general rift-raft. No I’m grateful like never before that myself and my children are safe, and that they are sleeping soundly. Never before has the term “grateful for a roof over my head” meant so much. I’m forever indebted to the American Red Cross for providing us this refuge for the next few days as we try to decide what our next move can be.
|Three fire engines responded|
Yesterday the in-home sprinkler system went off in my daughter’s room, instantly flooding all three levels of the home that we currently rent. By the time the fire department showed up with two engines and about a dozen firefighters, the damage was done. There was standing water on the 2nd floor (main living area), water pouring through any available outlet in the ceiling like an open faucet. Three inches of water covered the kitchen floor, three drains poured on our couch and dining room table, and slowly the destruction made its way to the bottom level (garage) where it settled.
|Trying to turn off the sprinkler|
I looked around the house, firefighters in every room, and just put my hands to my face and cried. When the Red Cross disaster relief workers came, and offered hugs I cried harder. When they offered stuffed animals for the kids, a room to stay in and a debit card, tears streamed down my face.
Sometimes life gets scary.
Sometimes mama doesn’t have all the answers. Doesn’t know what to do.
But we still have faith.
We can still believe everything will be alright.
Good News Everything Happens for a Reason
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|Standing water three stories down in a mater of minutes|
|Almost immediately the house was torn apart to try and prevent additional water damage|
|All of our stuff on the decks, soaking wet|
|By the next morning, this was our house. Unlivable.|
|Mira sitting on the bed her and I share in the Red Cross hotel|
|Our new home.|