My wife and I lost our home to the flood in Louisiana in August of last year. we packed away everything we could save. I have been living with my oldest son and my wife with the older woman she is caring for. We would get together when she was off work. But for 6 months we have been living out of a suitcase. We put in a purchase agreement on a house last year. And guess what, we will sign the paperwork today. When we emptied the house, we lived in for 35 years, it was a major disaster in our lives. I felt so alone. I could hardly stand it. All the things we had accumulated over our life together was destroyed. It’s funny, the things that we could save were great grandmother’s dresser, my grandmother’s hutch and my mother’s secretary desk. They were made of solid wood and built to last for a very long time. We are going to move in this weekend. And all the feelings that I felt when we lost the house are being dreaded up again. What I want to do is just sit on my new porch and pray. It may seem that I am impervious to pain, but it is not true. I am made of flesh and blood and a heart that feels everything. I am sitting here writing this story and crying, partly because of the pain, but mostly for joy. And those who think God is dead, you are sadly mistaken. He is real and alive and has answered my prayers. God has always said, test me and see if I will answer your prayers. Muster your courage and ask Him for your need.
Joseph1637/Crain Blanchard 