Saturday, January 24, 2015

For Months He Whispered....

In the early part of 2008 the Lord began to whisper to my soul,

"You have an Elijah coming home."  He whispered it daily for months.


I wondered where that Elijah might be??

Never mentioned it to the Bossman...just figured I would let Him tell him when He
was good and ready.

As Dw was leaving with Emma for their first trip ever to Africa in July 2008, Dw
literally was walking out the front door of our little log home to the packed truck to
drive to the airport in Albuquerque.  Turning he called over his shoulder,
"Name that rooster will you?? Why don't you name him Elijah?"

Whipping my head around and staring at him I responded, "I can't!! That's the name
of our next son!  The Lord told me!"

Dw looked bewildered and turned and walked out to the car to begin the journey to Africa.

A few days later, at the first African orphanage they had ever been in...Dw sat on the floor
while many little ones climbed all over his lap...except for one little guy, who had climbed
into his lap and had not moved.  The others were climbing on and off and over and this way
and that way...except for one.

After awhile Dw turned to the caregivers and said, "So what's this one's name?"


"Elijah!" they answered.

He would have fallen over had he not been sitting.

And today, that long-awaited whisper has turned eight.

And just like the old prophet Elijah whom he was named after, our Elijah is a young man
who prays earnestly.  When a situation comes up, he is quick to respond, "Mom, should we
pray?"



We are so grateful for the Lord's daily whispers over months, "You have an Elijah coming"...

then God's divine move by setting Elijah on Daddy's lap that day{!}...

followed by God's beautiful gift of allowing Elijah to be brought home forever...



and then Almighty God's miraculous, and ever-present divine protection by sparing Elijah's life the day of the fire {the fire spread to his crib in seconds}

and again for His beautiful rescue this past November when Elijah was seriously choking.

We are humbled by the Lord's grace and love for our family.



Happy 8th  Birthday Elijah Mueller!!  

We're so grateful you are one of our treasures! 

"Elijah Mueller - we love you to the moon and back infinity times!" 



Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Accident

Yesterday the kids and I were heading to pick up daddy from the airport.  His plane happened to land during rush hour.  Of course, living in a major city, rush “hour” is used loosely.  It’s from about 3 - 8 pm.  

The expressway was packed.  It was wall to wall cars everywhere as we headed to the airport.  Daddy's plane had landed early.  Goody!  Except we hadn't thought it would be early.  

On a side note, it is just one more perk to having a large family…the HOV lane is our BFF. And it usually moves quite nicely, all things considered.


  


I’m one of those who pray as I drive that the Lord would keep cars away from us.  And it is crazy how most of the time, the HOV lane has no one in front of me for miles.   

Although there is the occasional dork who insists on thong-riding {what I call the person who relentlessly rides on my bum} - well, they are just plain annoying.  

So as it was we were cruising down to part of the city where I needed to take an exit toward the airport.  Slowing the car a bit, I checked around us and the road was clear to move over a lane, then another…

Suddenly the traffic in front of me slowed remarkably and then it just stopped.  I stopped as well. I peered over the steering wheel wondering what was going on.  

I saw a woman with her window open on the right shoulder motioning something.  This was all happening just two or three cars in front of us.  I sat there trying to figure it out as the cars in front of me sat as well.  

Within about a minute the cars in front of me started to move a bit....I moved forward, following slowly and realized that there had just been an accident.  Right there!  Just about 2 or 3 cars in front of us.   A car was smashed and parts were strewn across the road. 

Wow!  It had just happened!  

Although I didn’t see it happen in any way, I moved closer, wondering what I should do.  A very pretty young woman was now next to the smashed driver's side.   The mangled car and it's parts were blocking much of the super highway.  

Inching a bit, I could barely see the woman in the seriously damaged car, although I could tell that both of her airbags had deployed.  I yelled to the woman on her cell phone, standing next to the accident victim in the middle of the road, “Is she okay?”  She looked straight at me and yelled back, “NO!”  

Oh dear.

I don’t do accidents.  

I hate blood.  Blood makes me not just queasy but makes me want to vomit.  When I reached the hospital during Karl’s landing from the med-flight…I ran to find the nearest restroom.  Seriously, I hate blood. 
Anyway, I turned my attention to the woman on the shoulder who had been motioning out the window.  I rolled the passenger side of my van window down.  Pleadingly she called, “She needs help!!”  

And it was at that moment that the Lord reminded me, 

"So whatever you wish that others would do to you, 
do also to them."

Yes, Lord, if I was in an accident on a six lane freeway that flows right throughout the middle of Phoenix, in the middle of rush hour, I would want someone to stop and help in whatever way they could. 

Even if they hate blood.  

Even if they don't have any true medical training. 

Even if they are afraid of vomiting.  

Even if they were on the way to pick up their now-waiting husband 
who had been gone for 3+ weeks. 

Even if they have a van-full of treasures.   

So I pulled the car over to the shoulder and told the kids I was going to help.  Stay seated!  

I was also wondering where some people were who might be trained to help??  

Other motorists perhaps?  

Nurses on their way somewhere?  

Doctors passing through the area?  

Someone else?
I looked behind me, cars were trying hard to push ahead, impatiently squeezing through minute spaces.…

I held my hand up to the cars and a giant semi as I ran across the lanes.  As I went, I prayed, "Please Lord, just help me not to vomit when I see whatever I see."  

The semi laid on his horn and rolled down his window and screamed something not-so-nice at me.  I guess I was inconveniencing him by holding him up as I ran to help.  Oh bless your heart, Mr. Impatient and Very Grumpy Pants!!   I wished I could have said, "Dude! I would have stopped to help you, now then buddy - put on a happy face and smile!!"


[From a photo library, not the real accident.]


As I reached the totaled car in the middle of the lanes the same woman was still standing on the phone with 9-1-1 was still talking to 9-1-1 and so I asked what the driver needed and she said, "I don't know, she's hurt bad.  But see that car over there? I don't think she can even move.  I think she's trapped!"  

I turned to see yet a second car {that I had not even seen before}, down the highway, totally smashed, major auto parts strewn across the HOV lane beyond for at least 50 feet.   

There was no one outside the second car checking on the occupants.  

No one at all.  Ugh. 

I peered in the direction of the traffic behind the accident trying to see any sign of a police car.  

Nothing.

I prayed hard.  God please don't let me vomit.  

And I ran, as fast as I could, tripping over large auto parts to the second car to see what the situation was.   I thought, I will flag men down and have them help me lift the car or something if she is trapped!  

She was alone sitting up as I arrived.  She was conscious.  I didn't see any blood.  {I was so relieved.}  

I asked her if she was okay.  

She just stared at me and questioned, "What happened?"

In shock, she clearly had no clue what was going on.

She did say that she had just gotten the car.  She repeated herself again. And again.

"I just got the car.  Just now.  I just got it.  I just got the car.  Just now.  Do you know what happened?"    

She asked me several times.  I told her I didn't know what had happened.  That I had been back two or three cars.  

I asked her if I could pray with her.  She said I could and I took her hand and began to pray.

She was shaking, but then I was too. 

I looked behind the accident for any sign of a rescue vehicle.

After what seemed like forever, but was probably only about five minutes, 
I could see three police cars - lights flashing and sirens blaring speeding down the HOV lane toward us. 

An officer soon ran to the car in the middle of the freeway.  Before long, a handsome young officer ran in our direction, to the car I was standing with.  I told him that she appeared to be in shock.    

He looked around as though wondering where I had come from.  I told him that the big van on the shoulder across the highway was mine and that I had just stopped to see if I could help in any way.  

The kind officer smiled, "Thank you for helping.  Let me block traffic so you can go back to your car."  

Friends, I didn't lend any great assistance and yes, I was concerned that I would vomit, but I know I did what He asked.  I was thankful I stopped.  And I pray that if the shoe was on the other foot, someone would stop to help me. 




 Even if they hate blood.

Even if they were afraid they would vomit.

Even if their husband {or wife} was waiting for them.

Even if they had a sweet pile of kids in the car.  

Cause friends, when we give Christ our lives, it's for keeps.  

Our days are His.  Our moments are His.  Our time is His. 

To use.  

However He wants.  

Wherever He wants.  

No matter what.   

"So whatever you wish that others would do to you, 
do also to them."

Matthew 7:12  

Even if we might see blood.  

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Waiting



Today we have our back veranda door wide open as we work 
away at our homeschooling at the kitchen table.

There is a beautiful desert breeze blowing Spring-like air
and the gorgeous Arizona sunshine is pouring in.

I love Spring.  

I love flowers
and actually that's probably just one of more than
 3,287,639 reasons why
I love Arizona so much.  

There are flowers.  

Year round.

They are everywhere.

From flowering bushes to the delightful smelling buds on the trees. 

And this morning, while enjoying the veranda
breezes the Lord reminded me of the verse I memorized when I was
a young girl,



"Though the grass withers
and the flower fades,
my word endures forever."
Isaiah 40:8

It's true.

The petals of even the most spectacular flowers will still fade.

Even the most nurtured and watered grasses do wither.

But God's word?

It never fails.

Not ever.

His word stands forever.

We can count on it.

Personally, I have a promise that the Lord gave
me a long time ago.  

It's not come to pass.

Yet.

But it will.

Yes, it will.

And ya' know your long awaited promise that you have been
holding onto?

Keep holding.

He's not forgotten.

He's not going to forget.

He's working the night shift on your behalf.

And you are on His mind at this moment.

I'm clinging to His promises, too.

Holding on tightly.

And some days I feel "clingy"
and weak...
but He's okay with that. 

He longs for us to trust Him.

He longs for us to rely completely on Him.

His desire is that we worship Him through the wait.

May the flowers serve to remind all of us that
as breathtaking as the beauty of it is,
His promises are better still - 
and He is faithful and He will bring His long-awaited promises to pass.


Because He always keeps His word
and we will worship Him as we wait.


Monday, January 19, 2015

Your "Thing"

Several years ago I was talking to a friend.   She is a very beautiful woman.
We talked every now and then.  We even hung out some.  Anyway, this particular
day she had begun telling me about a "cause" that she was being stirred up about.

Kind of ranting and raving she was...

And no, I don't want to name the cause because it's not about this cause or that cause.
It's really not.  But in the process of her telling me all about her cause, I merely said,

"Our hearts are broken for the orphan because they are living, 
breathing real people!  Some are found starving, many severely neglected, most without hope - we can't turn our backs on them."

She looked me in the face and matter-of-factly-spoke,

"Ya' well the orphans are just your thing!"

I was so startled.  The words tumbled out her beautiful 
lips in such a cold manner, my mouth dropped open.  

"Ummm, no dear friend, actually they're not just 
my "thing" -  they are God's 'thing'!!"

In Psalm 82:3 we are told:


"Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless; 
maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed."

The common thread throughout scripture admonishes people just like you and me
that we are to care {whether through adoption or not} for the fatherless.

It's not just a cause, it's God's heart.

It's not just a phase to pass through.  It's a mandate.

The orphan is not a hobby.

The peril of the orphan is not just something to do in our spare time.

Personally, the orphan consumes my thoughts.  Some days their plight fills
my brain so much so that I've often wondered if it wouldn't be nice to take my brain
out and lay it on the table for a rest.

And I know that many of you are consumed as well.  You post pictures advocating for precious treasures longing for a family.

You pray for the orphan - many by name!

You plead on their behalf!

You share videos you might have captured of some favorites of yours!

I am here to urge each of you, 

"Don't stop!  Don't give up! Don't get discouraged!"

I know there have been days where I have wondered {wrongly} am I alone.
Does anyone else care?  Of course, that's a rhetorical question!

But should you feel alone - you're not!

Should you feel - "What's the point?"

Should you grow weary in advocating for the orphan...

Here's a fresh reminder from God's word:

"So whatever you wish that others would do to you, 
do also to them."
Matthew 7:12  

And another:

"Do not grow weary in well-doing, 
for in due season you will reap if you faint not!"
Galatians 6:9

The orphan and fatherless living around the world need us!

They need us to care.

They need us to advocate.

They need us to love them.

They need us to pray for them.

Like Tony.

He's 13.  

He's been at The Gem Foundation for a few weeks. 

He's wears a size 4T.  

He's also really sick and in the hospital.

Can we even begin to imagine what 
life has been like for Tony for the past 13 years?

I well with tears for Tony as I sit typing in the comfort of our home.

Tony was the first thing I thought of in the wee hours as I woke...and began to whisper healing prayers for Tony.  He's been on my mind all day.

What would I want others to do for me, if I were Tony?

If I were Tony, I'd want them to care that I'm sick.

If I were Tony, I'd want them to pray.

If I were Tony, I'd want them to be moved with compassion.

If I were Tony, I'd want them to love me, even from afar.

Because Tony, frankly, matters to God, Tony must matter to us. 

Please pray with us for healing for Tony. 

 

Friday, January 16, 2015

16 Seconds of Pure Bliss!



This girl!!

Miss Ruby Grace has been at it again!  We've been praying for 3 years for this...

Each accomplishment she makes, albeit the ones that take 4.5 years to achieve, are no less spectacular at our home - and we are throwing a doggone celebration!!

Last week when Abi and her boys were visiting Abi suggested I give Ruby a little Probiotic pill.  Abi said she had given Ruby one the day before.

I questioned her, "How did you give it to her? Did you crush it?"

She answered, "No, I just popped it in her mouth and told her to chew and she did."

I was dumbfounded!!

We have been asking her to chew for forever...

So I tried it.  Ha!!

Clearly Ruby's oldest sissy has the touch!!

I was able to capture her latest achievement on video this morning - it's near the 11-12 second mark...because she's too squealy to begin with...but watch for yourself!

And after you will be grinning from ear to ear!  We just know it!!

Cause Ruby's life has a way of making us all giggle and cheer!!

Such a precious miracle-girl! 

This treasure of ours, that medical professionals said would never do anything,
is confounding the best of the best!

Watch this and praise the Matchless and Majestic name of Almighty God with us!!!





Let them praise the name of the LORD, for his name alone is exalted; 
his majesty is above earth and heaven.   
Psalm 148:13

Thursday, January 15, 2015

What I Thought the Bossman Said...

So grateful for sunrises and fresh new days!!

The sun has been shining all day, our Phoenix weather is spectacular {actually
spent some time talking to a new friend while hanging around outside in a tank top - I mean I had pants on too...but you knew that, right?} and then there is a gorgeous bouquet of flowers sitting in the middle of the table from a perfect stranger - all of which are perfect reminders of the faithfulness of God!



So as most know, my sweet hubby is in Africa for three weeks having just led another IVO
GO Team to serve at The Gem Foundation.   After the team left, Dw and Liberty
stayed on to spend some time with Emma and her Little Man.

About a week ago, the bossman and I had a conversation.  He was talking on our not-so-great African phone and of course I do have a hearing loss from the MS, but I didn't take either of that into consideration... I just thought I heard him say something pretty amazing.  Like spectacularly amazing!!

What I understood him to say was actually repeating what someone else had said and I was downright giddy!  I didn't question him, the connection was horrible and he was heading to bed.  I knew it was the Lord speaking right through him because I felt faith rise up in me like I don't experience every day!!

What Dw said was crazy - I even twittered:

- God is doing something I couldn't have personally ever dreamed of and He's providing the

What Dw said totally lent to the character of God and would be in accordance 
with His good will toward us!   Wow!  Wow! Wow!

Actually I'm laughing as I type.

I really, truly thought he repeated something wildly wonderful that someone had told him.

So today, after having this mull in my mind for days, and not having a chance to talk about it again, I said, "And don't forget...."

Which he replied, "What are you talking about??"

"Ya' know...you said that so-n-so said such-n-such..."

He paused, "Babe, I never said that!  I said, 'blah-blah-blah'."

WHAT???

It wasn't even close to what I thought he had said!

I was completely shocked!!

"You didn't say that so-n-so said such-n-such?"

"Nope."

Oh my.

I was downright dumbfounded.

Now, I'm just of the firm persuasion that nothing and I mean nothing happens by accident.
If God allowed me to hear something that Dw absolutely did not say, I think that's kind of noteworthy.  The thing is that what I thought he had said gave me great Hope!!

I believe that the Lord allowed me to think he said it, just to enable the faith to rise up in my soul that it could happen!!  That's the way God works!!  He is the Hope-Giver!!  The Hope-Provider!!  The Hope-Restorer!

I talked to the Lord about it earlier today after finding out that that is not what he said and I truly think that was what it was about.

So here's my question to you, my bloggy friends...

Do you have something you need an exorbitant amount 
of Hope to Believe God for?

The kind of hope that says, "I know God can do this!"

And says  "This is in accordance with God's will and so I'm going to trust Him!"

"Now faith is the substance of things 
hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." 
Hebrews 11:1

If you are needing that kind of Hope - I'm here to say, "I know He can!!  He is what we refer to in
our home as our Miracle-working, Mountain-moving, Awe-inspiring, Gasp-giving God!!"


He always keeps His promises!


Since the original conversation where I thought Dw said what he says he didn't say
at all, I have been trusting God to make it happen!!

And as far as I can tell, Hoping and believing not only the God can do it but Trusting Him
that He will do it is the safest place to be - whether the bossman meant to say it or didn't - it doesn't negate the fact - -  - 

God can do it!!

"Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life."
Proverbs 13:12


Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Bear With Me....

Some days are just easy to skip through.  Exciting times.  Joyful events.

Then there are other days.  

The kind that are marked by grief.  

Or sadness.

Or trauma. 

Still others serve as a solemn reminder of events that were difficult or painful.

For one bloggy friend, today is the birthday of her oldest son.

For me, today is the anniversary of our house fire.

Today I pray that you'll allow me to share a few random thoughts this 14th of January.  If 
talking about it for some reason makes you feel uncomfortable, it's okay.  You can exit now and come back tomorrow.  

Tomorrow will be a bright, new day!!  





For the rest still here....

Let me be real honest...

I find it kind of odd how the day feels.  I've cried off and on all morning.

I'm not sitting around thinking of the fire.  I'm really not.  But it's there.  It just is.

There is just an overwhelming feeling of that day.  And if I stop and think, it's in my face. The thoughts.  Remembering. 

Recalling how hard I tried to speak slowly so the 9-1-1 operator would understand me.

I was so convinced that I was speaking so slooooowly.  Yet, I would later listen to the tape of my
actual phone call and find that I was speaking at 90 miles an hour.  It was so weird. I remember 
telling myself, "This is critical.  Speak slowly.  Speak clearly."  

I totally thought I was. I would have put my life savings on it.  

However the 9-1-1 tapes don't lie.

It's true.  

I was panicky.  She kept saying, "I can't understand you."  

Of course it didn't help that the home phone was muffled because it wasn't a great quality.

 It also didn't help that my cell phone {which would have had a clearer sound} was dead.  

We call today Our Holy Ground.

We know that without a doubt it was only Almighty God who spared our lives that day.


And so today we again praise His name that He rescued us!  That He met 
every need we had that day.  That He was completely faithful.

Our God who Protected the kids and I that day had prompted us to have the only smoke alarm 
that would work that awful day fixed the very day before the fire broke out!  

He is so faithful.  

I can so clearly remember telling Dw on about the 9th of January that we needed to get that smoke alarm fixed before he went away.  I even told him that I kind of felt an urgency to do it.  Only God.  
That smoke alarm had been broken since Thanksgiving!  But suddenly I felt an urgency!

We called the man who could fix it and he had an opening on the 13th of January.  

Only God.

And although I have probably mentioned it before...the entire day of the 13th I knew something 
was wrong. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew it.    

That pre-fire evening, the littles and  I took Graham and Emma to worship practice.  The littles and I then went to the grocery store and back to the church to pick Emma and Graham up.  While shopping I had the idea that we would have a picnic up in the church offices to break up the 
monotony of daddy being away and the frigid-house-confining temperatures we had been having.

After we our little picnic we headed to dollar scoop night at the local ice cream shop.  But all the while I felt uneasy.  Something was up.  But what was it?

That night after tucking the littles into bed, I actually mentioned to Emma that something felt wrong.  I wondered if I should go get curtains to hang, even just at Walmart, since maybe that was what seemed wrong.  

But decided that I didn't want to leave them alone.  Things just felt off kilter.  

Before long Emma and Graham were goofing around messaging friends on Facebook.  There was a lot of laughter.   But the feeling lingered in my heart.  What was wrong?

We all headed for bed at about 12:30am.  

At 1:30am I semi-woke to the beeping of a smoke alarm.  In my sleepy state I tried to 
incorporate the smoke alarm's beeping into my dream.  When I realized it wasn't a dream I got up 
and stumbled around trying to see what was wrong.  I was more asleep than awake - 
after all - I'd only been asleep for an hour!  Then the smoke alarm stopped on it's own!  

I am 100% confident 
{and no one will ever convince me otherwise} 
that the true angel of the Lord was 
keeping the wood wet long enough until 
I was more awake to deal with it.  

At 3:30am the smoke alarm started beeping again.  This time I wandered around, less sleepy 
then the first time, but still, much more asleep than awake.

Now at this point, all I could think was that the repair job that had been done hours before 
had not been right.  After all, we had a few other free standing smoke alarms and
they had not beeped even once {and never did the entire time, even after the house
burst into flames}.  

Well the rest is history and in wee hours of daylight our sweet little log home burst into
flames.  I loved that log home!  All 2,011 square feet of it of it's 30 year old being. 

It oozed Simplicity.  It felt cozy. Snuggly.  And in a matter of hours it was gone.  Ever grateful we had the privilege of calling it home for that season.  We made so many memories in it.  It was a beautiful, simple, little place.  

A Place Called Simplicity


But today, as weepy as somehow it still makes me, it causes me to bow in humble adoration
that the God of the Universe sent the Angel of the Lord to rescue us!  

He is so faithful!!

As I look back with a worship filled heart, there are some things that just stand out - 

Like the faithful friends who ministered and loved us unconditionally during that season.  One friend came and just stood with me as it burned.  Two of Dw's buddies {Terry and Jerry} came.  Some friends, like Tom and Pat,  worked alongside of us for weeks as we inventoried all the stuff we could.  Irma and Sara had a set of clothes for each of us laying out when we got to Seth and Maria's house.  We had run in our jammies that morning.  

I admit I was fragile.  My emotions were off the charts.  I could hardly stand Dw being away from me.   After all, we had almost lost our lives.  It was close.  So very close.  We can hear on the 9-1-1 tape just how close it was.  The moment of combustion was not even a minute after we left the house. 

Dw was granted some time by the church board.  He told them just how fragile I was. 
For the next months, my friend Carie, {who came and stood beside me during the fire} helped me in more ways then I can list or possibly remember!  She even got me a little calendar to help me keep track of everything.  She's an amazing friend!    

Carie on her wedding day on our front porch.
I had the beautiful privilege of being her Matron of Honor.


Some of you will remember that the day after the fire Graham ended up in the hospital with an emergency appendectomy.  One thoughtful friend, Liz, brought a set of comfortable jammie-ish clothes to the hospital to let him recoup in - she knew we had nothing!   

Destini shared with her bff, Emma,  bags of her favorite clothes.  Such beautiful love shown.  My sweet friend, Robin, wrote out pages of Bible verses for me to read over and over about God's deep love and faithfulness.  I have treasured her handwritten pages.    

While we lived in the hotel, Tavvy and Terry showed up with flowers, just cause, 
on more than one occasion.  {They did lots of other things too!}  

JD brought donuts one day to the hotel and just sat with us.   {Donuts do cure almost everything! Ha!}  I remember crying with JD as we all talked.  JD and Irma had our pile for a home cooked meal and helped us sort through fire stuff. 

Celestia and Steve came all the way from Phoenix with a crockpot full of homemade chili to eat!  The crockpot was for us to keep too!  Steve and Sara took Dw and I each shopping downtown!  They outfitted us!  

Then there were those who helped us sort through the remains.  For weeks which turned into months - Tom and Pat, you were steadfast!  Robin, you took your only days off to become a soot-covered mess alongside us.   



There were even people in our community, whom we had never met, who came to lend a hand when they heard - amazing!

So many random acts of beautiful, thoughtful and generous kindness!!

And you bloggy friends - you blessed us like crazy.  Box after box arrived at the hotel and church we pastored.  Toys, clothes, all kinds of things.  One of my favorite things is a rug someone sent.  It's green with white flowers.  It's in our bathroom.  I have planned bathroom colors around that rug!!  And bloggy friend who sent it - almost daily I smile at it...remembering you!  A couple people sent towels with the kids names on them - which are still in use.   Another favorite were the backpacks with the kids names embroidered on them.  They still use those too!  There were so many wonderful blessings from so many of you!  Thank you to all who ministered so graciously to our family.  

I close with this....

When {not "if"} you hear of someone walking through a traumatic event - seize the opportunity to be His hands and feet.  Love them.  Unconditionally.  Help.  Sacrifice of your own time to stand beside them.  Even if their season is long.  Be His hands and feet! Or even if that means just bringing donuts and sitting.  
We cannot ever thank enough all the people who loved us during our fire.  Each were true friends. We pray God's richest outpouring of love on their lives.  They were His hands and feet and we are so grateful for their friendship as we walked that rough season. 

And we cannot ever thank the Lord for preserving and protecting that bitter cold day!

You oh mighty one - you rescued us us - 
we cannot ever praise you enough!


"The angel of the LORD encamps around those 
who fear Him, and rescues them." 
Psalm 34:7