Mount Hope – Chapter Eight

“Oh, how great are God’s riches and wisdom and knowledge!

How impossible it is for us to understand his decisions and his ways…for everything comes from him and exists by his power and is intended for his glory…”

Romans 11:33-36

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For many days, Ryan, Caitlin and the kids, including the Jaspers had been asking of God, Why…Why God?…What are we to do now?…

They had been trying to teach the kids to trust God, and now a fire, a fire that destroyed their house, and just before Christmas. It seemed too much for anyone to handle. Especially for the kids. They had lost their parents, had to adjust to a new home, new parents, bullied at school, then they had the flu, then their Christmas decorations and gifts were stolen. Now they had lost their house to a fire. How were they to explain God’s goodness with all this happening? They couldn’t explain it. They simply had to trust God.

Caitlin reviewed over and over the memory of that night, trying to figure out why a fire would break out in the kitchen. She had gotten up around midnight to feed Ava. She had warmed the bottle in the bottle warmer, sure that she had turned it off. She had gone to her rocking chair, fed baby Ava, burped her, rocked her to sleep and went back to bed. Everyone else had been sleeping soundly until the smoke alarm jolted them out of bed a few hours later.

The dogs had barked. The kids had come running out into the hallway. Ryan had seen flames from the kitchen and had quickly herded the kids and the dogs out the front door, while Caitlin had quickly run to grab baby Ava from her crib and then out the front door. Ryan had remained by the front door until he was sure everyone else was out, reminding them of the fire drill they had practiced, to meet at the mailbox at the end of the driveway. He had already grabbed his keys and phone from the nightstand next to their bed and on his way out to meet the others at the mailbox, he had called 911.

The fire emergency crew had arrived just after something had exploded, which they confirmed later was the gas line. Most of the house was gone, including the Jeep and the garage.

But they were thankful! Everyone had safely gotten out, not one hair singed. Thankful to the Jaspers, or the Grands, for allowing them to move into their house until they could get their own house rebuilt. Thankful to their church friends who had gathered a donation of clothing for the kids, old clothes their own children had outgrown, coats, hats, gloves, jeans, shirts and boots. Thankful for the other clothing items and personal items purchased with gift cards the Grands had given them.

Christmas holiday was only two weeks away and even with the loss of their house, they were able to rejoice in God’s faithful provision.

Except, Caitlin and Ryan soon learned from their social worker, Charlotte, that the kids would have to be put in another foster home, maybe even divided up to different homes since they would not have their own home for at least six months. Charlotte was working very hard to have the action stalled at least until after Christmas.

The thought of losing the kids was almost too much to bear. Ryan and Caitlin cried out to God, cried without words, cried out in anguish, not only for themselves but for the kids. For now, they had spared the kids, knowledge of possible separation to different foster homes.

Constant prayer, fervent prayers went up to God. Hoping for God’s intervention!

(To continue reading: Return to Menu + Select Chapter Nine)

This story is a fictionalization. Any mention of historical events, people and places are used fictitiously and any likeness to actual events, places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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