Wednesday, May 29, 2013
I live in an ancient mobile home in very poor condition with a seemingly endless list of fix-its. My salary does not go far enough and every week, I pray I still have both jobs. Oh, yes, I could work up a great pity party should I choose to do so.
But not today.
Yesterday morning, an explosion of sirens announced a disaster and the noise carried on for a while. The freeway is nearby, so I did not pay attention after I gave my usual "God be with the first responders" prayerful response to someone's emergency.
A couple of hours, I stepped outside to run an errand and discovered that the sirens came into the park. A home burned. Totaled. One of the four residents was home. Rumor has it she got out and then went back in to get her car keys. She was removed via ambulance suffering from burns and smoke inhalation. I walked past her house and, from what I could see without getting in the way, the skeleton of the home is all that is left. They have a guard there 24 hours so no one steals the copper piping (or whatever).
The Red Cross puts them up for 3 days and then this family has nowhere to go. No one knows if they will come back. The answer from our new managers about a community effort to help this family was very noncommittal.
If it were my home, I would have nowhere to go and I would likely be mourning 2 cats as well...
Thank you, Lord, for all the blessing of my life. Prayers for this family!