Even the sparrow has found a
home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young–
a place near your altar,
O Lord Almighty, my King and
my God.
Psalm 84:3
Last week we moved into our rental, where we will stay “up to 12 months” (according to insurance; that’s as long as they’ll cough up the dough) while we rebuild.
The day of the fire I began to refer to Paul’s sister’s house, where we were staying, as “home”. I didn’t miss a beat. For the older kids it was “Aunt Dawn’s and Uncle Thom’s” which had always been a second home to them so it took me a little while to understand that they felt homeless which, of course, we were.
The moldering ruins we call, “The House.” Lydia carefully refers to “the rental.” I don’t know how it will be when the house is torn down, if it will be easier or more painful still.
What I do know is that I can’t fix this for any of my children. They live in a world where someone can start your house on fire. They did before June 27, but now they know it and I can’t remove that sorrow.
But I can mourn with them.
I am, and I will.
Wish I could hug each of you…several times.
WAIT!!!! SOmeone started your house on fire??? as in Arson?? what the heck!
Soooo sorry to hear about all of this…praying desperately for you!
Kim, technically the cause of the fire is “undetermined” but, from the beginning it was a criminal investigation.
Thank you for the prayers; they are appreciated and felt.