Last night I got a phone call from my sister at 1:00 in the morning. I am used to randomly getting calls from my family of night owls so I was irritated but this one was different. She was crying and I knew something was up. Well, my parents house caught on fire last night. It luckily was all contained in the garage but my parents and brother are now out of sorts for a few months. I am so grateful that my parents stay up late at times and watch movies because that is was turned what could have been a tragedy into only a disaster. My mom went to go to the restroom so my dad went upstairs to use the one by the kitchen. He came out and noticed red coming from the garage so he opened the door only to find the garage engulfed in flames. He ran downstairs and told my mom to get out and woke my brother up. Then for some dumb reason he turned on the air conditioner. The entire house has smoke and water damage. Everything in the garage is pretty much gone. The house got boarded up as well. They are without home for 2 to 6 months while they come in and restore and fix everything. My mom feels bad for the fact that she tries to be a good person ie go to church, pay her tithing, follow the commandments, that type of thing and then this happens. Well the way I see it, is because she does all of those things, more damage wasn't done and no one was hurt or killed. This is just one more trial to get through but the Lord never gives us more than we can handle. And on another plus side, I guess it's another blessing in disguise as in my dad will get his house remodel done a little bit faster than he had planned. There has to be some optimism somewhere in all of this right?
