We rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given us. ~Romans 5:3-5
As I post this and stare at these pictures, I am so full of every emotion conceivable. My sister's house burned down two days ago. She lives just a few miles from me.
I praise the Lord that she and my precious niece and nephew were not hurt. She lost everything in her house, but the clothes she was wearing.
It is photos like the ones above that are upsetting her the most...a life of memories, of infants coming home from the hospital, a first smile, a vacation, a tiny foot print tucked so neatly in an album...all gone so quickly...these photos and records of precious memories. She loved photography and had albums and albums of her sweet children...photos of our mom, who had long since passed away...all gone.
I stood in her house and looked around at everything charred and remembered where the Christmas tree had stood just a few months before. I could remember the children when they were little and all their toys scattered. This was their home...where they had lived since they were born. Seeing their faces covered in tears as they looked at a house that they once called, 'home'...
Oh, how I love to come to this place of fun, a place of creativity, and often a place of therapy...my little blog. I have become friends with many of you and ask for your prayers. Prayers of grace, as I don't think we offer enough to each other in this fallen world, prayers of peace...and mostly that my sister would see this tragic event as an opportunity to glorify the Lord. This will be a lengthy process for her and her children.
Blessings to all of you...