It’s been three sleeps since the crackling of a kindling attic fire awoke us from our peaceful slumber.
My understanding of the situation and expectation of what tomorrow holds is still very limited. We currently operate one day at a time, unsure of next steps. With lingering thoughts that a long holiday weekend will stall the progress of moving back into our home, I am hopeful that we will at least have some more answers by the end of today.
At this time, there’s really no new information on the situation to share.
So many friends have offered support.
We cannot thank you enough, as we don’t have the easiest time asking for help. If you feel led to help us in some way, we won’t refuse it, but we’re just unsure of the help we will need, until we need it. If you have experience with this, I’d love to hear from you.
I do feel really grateful my family has stuck together during this time. Taking three kids and two adults, having them uprooted to live in adjoining hotel rooms, with no “fun” vacation-type plans and very limited resources, and not having to mediate a single argument is incredible to me. In fact, I’d go as far to say this has been a blessing for our relationships with one another. Distractions have been put aside and we’ve had great conversations, we’ve played games, and we’ve enjoyed meals with friends and hotel staff. The kids have yet to complain. If they have, it’s fallen on deaf ears. Seriously, that alone is a feat inside of itself.
One day at a time.
Prior to the fire, I had a head cold and this circumstance has made recovery difficult. With allergies to smoke, my asthma has been causing me issues. Although the smoke smell is almost gone from the house, I still can’t be in the house for any length of time without feeling the effects, which led me to finally go to the doctor and receive some medicine. I feel hopeful I’ll start to recover soon. In the meantime, I have had a great opportunity to rest.
God has a funny way to slow us down.
Yesterday we put new tires on one of the cars and ran some errands. We were also blessed to have a movie night at our neighbor’s house. Typical for me, I fell asleep. That’s not a reflection of the movie, or the company. It was a typical day, in a less typical location.
Life goes on.
(Ben practicing his guitar while Adrianna applies for college).
Next week we’ll return to our jobs. I do have some concern for how that will work out, as the kids are still out of school. Leaving teenagers at a hotel without parents doesn’t seem like a wise solution, and I haven’t had to be a babysitter to them for several years. My employer is understanding and I know it’ll all work out, just as everything else has.
The peace I’ve walked in amazes me. The patience I’ve had is astounding. Without a doubt, it has to be God working in me, because -> this <- control freak is still a work in progress, and this is some serious progress.
God is good.
All the time.
Thank you for walking this journey with us.