All The Single Ladies

My single moms group has a fierce game of loving on people who are in need, or who are going through tough times.

The morning of the fire, I got a text from my friend, Dana saying that she had the perfect Saturday night, just chilling with another friend and I eating pizza and enjoying a glass of wine.

I had to text back that I had a great night, too…up until 12:30. And then I told her about the fire.

What a weird text to type.

Anyway, she along with a few other single moms from our group, got to work. They went to Target and bought a bunch of stuff they knew I’d need. They got underwear, socks, toothpaste, toothbrushes, deodorant, a razor, shampoo and conditioner, yoga pants, tank tops, dress shirts, and sweaters. They also got me a jean jacket. They got me a gift card to Starbucks (It’s all gone, by the way! Man, did I need that!) The only thing I might add that they didn’t think of, is a pair of tweezers. I have a few stray eyebrows that are super bothering me. I now had the means to get presentable and some outfits to wear to work the next day.

They threw in some extra goodies too, like wine, (along with a corkscrew) toilet paper, and paper towels. These guys are good people. I love my little tribe.

Then, to top it all off, they collected even more money and gave it to me at our Wednesday night meeting. These women, the ones with only one income, and who have so many obligations on which they need to spend that money, chose to give it instead. They are living out the Bible. They are the woman who put two coins in the offering.

So thank you ladies, you touch me and you inspire me.




My Father’s Hands

The day of the fire, my mom, dad, sister, and I went back through the house again. We took some pictures and we grabbed a few things. It was somber.

My sister made the comment that while walking through all the debris and what was left of the house, everywhere she looked, she saw my dad’s handiwork.

It was true.

My parents have been in their home for 32 years, and they have made several home improvements. My dad has made them all.

He tore down our teeny one-car garage and made a three-car garage and work space that would make any neighbor jealous.

He designed and constructed a two-story club house for us as children, complete with bubble windows, a fireman’s pole, a slide, and a sandbox.

He painted that dang house blue, then finally realized that houses should not be blue and put up vinyl siding.

He built an amazing deck for outside living space and entertainment.

He installed a new roof.

He finished the basement and added a family room, an office, a bedroom with a walk-in closet, and a bathroom.

He tiled the kitchen floor and painstakingly designed a tile back splash as well.

His most impressive project was a sun-room addition. It was a room that everyone loved to be in. With sliding glass windows on three sides and an impressive gabled peak full of windows. You felt as if you were outside, except that you could enjoying air-conditioning and a pleasant lack of insects.

So, even though the house can be rebuilt, it feels like such a loss that it will not have all the personal touches throughout.

You’re Still a Girl

My sweet friend, Jamie had offered some clothes to replace ones that I lost. Right away, she brought them over to my sister’s (actually to my sister’s neighbor, Nikki, who is also a friend) and later Nikki brought them to me. I didn’t get to look through them right away, and when I did get around to it, I found that she had not only brought over clothes, but a makeup bag, nail polish, a few necklaces, a devotional, and perfume samples.

Wow. How thoughtful was that?

Before I even thought about the need to replace things like that, here they are. When I sent her a text to thank her, she replied, “You’re still a girl and you need some girlie stuff.”

I don’t think I would have thought about including stuff like that, but man, I will now.

The Jean Jacket

A a few women from my single moms group got together the day of the fire and put together some must-haves for me. One of the items in the basket was a jean jacket.

I have had a jean jacket that I wore way too much. I mean it. I was overly ridiculous in the amount of times I wore that thing. I loved that jacket. In fact, I must have worn it SO much that when a seven year old went shopping with his mom at Target, he saw one and ran to tell his mom that she had to get this jacket for me because he knew I would love it.

I mean, guys. A seven year old. Noticed something I loved, knew I wouldn’t have it anymore, and wanted to get me a replacement.

It doesn’t get any sweeter than that.

A Miracle

I had eaten dinner at a friend’s house that night. When I came home, I had a few things to discuss with my parents, so I came downstairs to the family room where they were watching TV. It was a pretty chilly spring day, so the gas fireplace was on and it was a comfortable place to be. That’s what I love about the family room downstairs, it’s such a comfortable room.

It began to get late and my parents headed to bed. I stayed downstairs half-way listening to SNL, while working on a few things on my computer. Around 11:30 I decided to head upstairs and go to bed myself. I turned the switch to the fireplace off, shut off the light, and started up to bed.

I took my time getting ready to bed because it felt like one of those nights that sleep would be hard to find. I laid in bed going over the events of the day.

Around 12:30, I heard my dad yelling. I made out the word FIRE. At first, the pain in his voice made me think that he was on fire, and that didn’t make any sense at all. I jumped out of bed and ran into the hall.

That’s when I heard him say that there was a fire outside on the deck.


Sure enough, running around to the living room, I could see flames licking up the side of the house, and busting through the sun-room’s window.

I don’t know what made my dad turn over in his bed and see the flames out the window, but I am pretty sure it was a miracle.