...continued from last time....
....well, there we were....homeless (without insurance)......
i'm not sure how to continue...
we stayed at my in-laws' house (james' dad and step-mom) for a couple of days until we could find someplace to stay longer-term.
my memories are kind of broken from this point. i can't really remember what happened in which order, but i do remember that my aunt and uncle in conroe offered for us to stay in their spare bedroom for a couple of months, and we moved in on January 1, 2001.
i also remember going back to the site of our house and digging through the ashes. we found bits of things that we recognized. we found our wedding picture completely undamaged (that was God.) we found my childhood stuffed animals and pictures that had been protected under a fire-retardant feather bed james' mother had given us. we found enough bits and pieces and some dishes i thought i could salvage to halfway fill our trunk.
we didn't find the cats.
we did find the dog...and took him to aunt glada's. (that's the aunt whose extra room we were staying in).
i remember having to make myself never go back there again--to the site of our house that is.
i remember when we found out that those tools that had been saved by being at a jobsite had all been stolen--all of them.
i remember knowing who did it, not being able to prove it, and having to forgive.
i remember an outpouring of kindness from people i didn't know, showering us with dishes, clothes...whatever they could find.
i remember most of all knowing that God's hand was on us...that He had provided for us...i remember a sense of peace even though neither of us had a job or any way to support ourselves...
i remember the day that i went back to our ashes about a week after the fire and finally cried...a lot
i remember realizing that when God gives you things, you should use them instead of hiding them in a box in the closet waiting for a nicer place to use them....you might not have them later....His gifts are for now
i remember that i'll never forget the beginning of 2001...and that God never once left me alone in it...i'll never forget that.
to be continued...
(please let me know if you're reading my autobiographical bit of blog; it will encourage me to continue. 8) )