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My House Is On Fire

May 14, 2015 By Sandra Heska King

Birch - Swindoll quote

 

I’d just set down bowls of chicken and rice kibble mixed with canned lamb dinner when my phone rang. I’m used to not being able to understand the grandgirl because of giggling and commotion in the background. But tonight (Monday–the day after Mother’s Day) was different. Through her panic, I finally understood her screams. “My house is on fire! My house is on fire!”

I snatched the keys from the basket and ran to the garage, only to remember my daughter had borrowed my car. I dialed 911 to report a fire. They were already on their way.

My Keens sunk and stuck in the mud as I ran through the field in cold rain. It was like a dream, where you’re running to or from something, and you can’t move at all, or you feel like you’re running in place with no progress. I saw the flames shoot through the front window and tried to push myself harder. Smoke billowed. I couldn’t see anyone outside. “Abby!” I screamed. “Grace!” But there was no answer until I got all the way across.

“I’m here!” Grace ran across the yard and fell into my arms. “My house. My house.” She was shaking and crying. Someone drove up and offered her a hoodie. The living room window broke. We heard sirens. Truck after truck after truck with red lights flashing bounced up the rutted drive edged with purple and white blooming lilacs. (The report says 8 “apparatus” and 28 personnel–and 600 gallons of water.)

My 12-year-old grand girl been home alone and was folding clothes in front of the T.V. when the curtains at her right just burst into flame. She grabbed her phone (and charger) and ran out, called 911.

Hoses snaked through the grass like cobras on the attack. One firefighter kicked in the front door. With fingers shaking, Grace and I accidentally called up phone apps and air drops and Facebook on wet screens while we tried to dial family members. At one point Grace chattered, “At least the trampoline isn’t on fire.” Then she threw herself on the ground, crying. Paramedics ran over, then offered a blanket to wrap around herself. (Where did that ambulance come from anyway? Do they come routinely?) They praised her quick thinking and fast action.

My daughter came home. My sister-in-law arrived. By the time my husband got there, they were knocking down insulation, prying off siding. I didn’t see them haul out the furniture. There was a lone small black bag that we discovered held a travel DVD player. It reeked. We’ve since tossed it in the trash.

I walked around to the other side and peeked through the open windows. Heat blasted my face. We squished through the darkened house by flashlight with a firefighter, grabbed a pair of jeans and some stray underwear here, a science school book there. We stepped over a face-down picture frame, noted all the family photos that once hung on walls were either totally gone or shriveled. The TVs were melted. The ceilings and walls throughout were black. Everything was covered with a thick layer of soot. It was surreal–like traveling into another dimension.

 

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I probably shouldn’t have zoomed in on this. That field is a lot wider that it looks. 🙂

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View to the girls’ rooms. Grace’s door was closed.

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Jesus Loves Me – I cross-stitched this for Abby 30 years ago…

Family

My treasure on earth.

 

I’ve been washing salvaged clothes this week. Abby slipped on a hoodie yesterday that I thought smelled sweet. But she smelled smoke. My Tweetspeak friend, LW, the poetic fire adjustor, says, “Even if there is a small residual, it will fade in time. Sometimes a person is going to smell it even where it has been effectively laundered out because the scent is now a part of your whole existence.”

Grace has had dreams like trying (and failing) to get her little sister and our dogs out. We are so grateful it happened early in the evening, that someone was home, and that our Amazing Grace acted so quickly. It’s all grace.

They’ve moved in with us for now. We’ve been meeting with adjustors and investigators all week. For the moment, the thought is that it was an electrical fire–a short somewhere that found the outlet and sparked the curtains that just went whoosh. They say sometimes the rain can instigate an arc or something. It all leads me to wonder… how long has that short been there waiting to strike? How did it choose the time?

The modular structure is sound, but the inside will need to be gutted. Whether that’s economically feasible is doubtful. They’ve pretty much lost everything inside–toys and treasures and necessities. There’s some rental insurance, but not enough to come close to covering everything. But the most important riches are intact.

Chuck Swindoll slipped a devotional in my e-box yesterday. Life is short he reminds us. And it’s uncertain.

A single adjective could precede most every event in our future: “unexpected.” Unexpected surgery, transfer, change, accomplishment, loss, benefit, sickness, promotion, demotion, gift, death . . .

Because it is short, life is packed with challenging possibilities. Because it is uncertain, it’s filled with challenging adjustments. I’m convinced that’s much of what Jesus meant when He promised us an abundant life. Abundant with challenges, running over with possibilities, filled with opportunities to adapt, shift, alter, and change. Come to think of it, that’s the secret of staying young. It is also the path that leads to optimism and motivation.

We’re being refined by fire in this season. Literally. And we’re on the path to optimism.

 

CRABAPPLE BLOSSOM - tree

 

In the stillness,

Sandy

What “challenging opportunities” have you faced (or are you facing)?

What adjustments have you had to make?

More fire photos in this Flickr album in response to Tweetspeak Poetry’s Photo Prompt on the interplay between light and dark–and her0s.

 

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  1. Linda says

    May 15, 2015 at 12:23 pm

    Thankful, with you, for so many things, Sandy. And praying for you in the days and weeks to come.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 18, 2015 at 7:36 am

      Thanks so much, Linda. We covet those prayers.

  2. Betty Draper says

    May 15, 2015 at 2:00 pm

    Praise God not a fire, I have been through one in which we barely escaped. There were years I truly believed I could not live without my personal thing…I put great store in them. After more moves then I like to count, living in two third would countries my things have become less important to me. With each thing I have let go of I have found there is a grieving period where God meets me with His truth such as Chuck Swindoll wrote about in his quote:

    Because it is short, life is packed with challenging possibilities. . Because it is uncertain, it’s filled with challenging adjustments. I’m convinced that’s much of what Jesus meant when He promised us an abundant life. Abundant with challenges, running over with possibilities, filled with opportunities to adapt, shift, alter, and change. Come to think of it, that’s the secret of staying young. It is also the path that leads to optimism and motivation.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 18, 2015 at 7:39 am

      What richness there is in the stripping–yes, Betty? My visits to Haiti (and the DR) have emphasized the unimportance (is that a word) of stuff.

  3. Lynn D. Morrissey says

    May 15, 2015 at 10:06 pm

    Oh Sandy, I’m so terribly sorry for this loss. When I saw your title, I presumed you would be writing something metaphoric, and not catastrophic. Dear one, I I can’t imagine how horrifying it was for these girls, or for you, when you didn’t know what exactly was happening. I rejoice with you that there precious lives were spared, and that your truest treasures are in tact. May the Lord continue to give lavish grace and provision in this restoration, and may you hold them closer and tighter tonight.
    Love
    Lynn

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 18, 2015 at 10:12 am

      I’m pretty sure we’ll find lots of metaphors in this season, dear Lynn. Love you big.

  4. Michele Morin says

    May 16, 2015 at 8:37 am

    Sandra, this is heart wrenching. Thanks be to God that your family is safe and that they have you for stability during this time. Lord, uphold Sandra so that she can be all that her dear ones need during this stressful and anxious days.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 18, 2015 at 10:13 am

      Thanks so much, Michele. Today I begin to dismantle my writing room to make space for the oldest grand girl who needs a real bed. Sleeping on the living room couch is getting old and not providing great rest. 🙂

      So grateful for your prayers.

  5. Joanne Viola says

    May 16, 2015 at 1:34 pm

    Sandra, so grateful no one was hurt. In seeing the picture of your family, I realized how very true the caption is – our families are our treasure. Praying for all of you in the days ahead. May God’s hand be upon your family & His favor with them as they begin to rebuild. Blessings!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 18, 2015 at 10:15 am

      Thank you so much, Joanne. We are looking for beauty in the midst of all this.

  6. Sarah Donegan says

    May 18, 2015 at 11:19 am

    Oh my. I am so sorry but glad she knew to get out and call for help! that must have been so scary for you!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 19, 2015 at 8:03 am

      Oh yeah. It was scary. Grace says now she’s not sure she wants to live there again–whether they can restore it (doubtful) or haul the house away and put another in its place. She says she’ll always see the curtains on fire. (I’ll probably always see the flames shooting out the window.) But we are so grateful.

  7. Diana Trautwein says

    May 18, 2015 at 11:55 pm

    Oh.Sandy. This is just so awful. And I am so sorry. And sad. And mad. And worried about you with the pressure of it all. Praying for you all, sending love, a little money, and whatever I can think of that might help. Much, much LOVE.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 19, 2015 at 8:06 am

      I love you, Diana. There’s not too much I can say except that. And thank you–for your love, your prayers (both irreplaceable) and a “little” money which can replace much.

  8. Constance Morrison says

    May 22, 2015 at 3:04 pm

    I’m so sorry to hear of this loss, but thankful your family is safe.
    Lord, please bless Sandra’s family with peace as they recover from the fire. Give them extra patience as they share living spaces and guide them in the tangle of insurance paperwork.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      May 23, 2015 at 5:17 pm

      Thank you so much, friend.

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