Thinking of my Aunt and Uncle still today.
Above is my Dad's old chair,
blanket and ladybug pillow done by my Oma.
My Opa (Dutch for Grandpa) made intricate finely done
cross stitch pictures
and wood carvings;
One of the cross stitches that
he made is of the martinitoren in Holland.
He made 9 of them,
one for his wife, my Oma,
and then 8 more
one for each of his children.
Now one of my Opa's martinitoren's is gone.
My Mother and I talked about it today,
and how loss is always a call to pray and seek God;
and that all is dust to dust
that we cannot take anything with us.
it is a loss.
My Uncle built that house over many years;
the builder of the house has lost his house.
Beautiful wood floors, wood paneling,
long wood dining table,
things of beauty...
Beauty is in ashes
and the day of the fire
the fire being at night
another one of my Uncles
who lives out West,
was just visiting his sister and brother-in-law,
took detailed pictures of
every room of the house
to show to Oma, his and my Aunt's Mother.
So on my Uncle's camera are the only
pictures they have of the house
and taken the day it burnt.
The house was beautifully made up for
What a blessing to have
and, pragmatic that I am,
I thought of how good it is to have for insurance purposes.
Now of course my Uncle needs to get those pictures downloaded and printed.
So a small mercy already.
I have been so encouraged by the blog comments and emails
assuring of further prayer for them.
Winter will be coming soon where they live
so they have a lot of figuring out to do.
My Uncle especially is struggling with the loss of their house;
their barn and vehicles were spared
which is another blessing.
I am blessed to have them in my life;
I have pictures of them on my bookshelf
that I see everyday.
Pictures that now I need to see about getting reprinted
so that they will have a small record left of past days.
I can't imagine losing the pictures
or the computer,
the list goes on...
the Lord is good to us
and I pray that this event will only further salvation
of all involved.
With Job, who lost all but his wife, and all the Saints,
we can praise God saying,
Glory to God for all things!
Glory to Him in the Highest!
Glory to Him in the Heavens
who has come down
in great humility to save us,
Glory to You O God, Glory to You.