That set in motion a flurry of information (via Facebook, Twitter, etc), a number of calls and texts (which made us feel incredibly loved and cared for), and some decision making. As it became clear the fire was quite close and as it was unclear what we were being told to do, we needed a plan. We weren't afraid of loosing our house or even our possessions, we weren't even unsure of where to go (Family and friends offered their homes within the hour), it was the uncertainty that made me nervous.
I think like most, I dislike the feeling of uncertainty or the lack of a plan. However, this was a lesson for me in Faith and Trust. Early in the evening I was trying to pack an emergency bag when I realized we hadn't prayed yet. I came downstairs and asked Henry to do that for us before we did anything else. With a greater sense of calm I packed was I thought we may need.
How surreal to pack the few items in your life that you think you 'need'. I focused on the items that I figured would keep us clothed and clean for a day or two, and moved to sentimental things. Outside of passports and birth certificates, I grabbed a baby book and Zoey's Boots (her stuffed animal) and Blankie. Everything else mattered very little as long as my family was safe.
It's a lesson I've been trying to reflect on continuously. It's so easy to become bogged down with the drama or struggles in day to day life and forget to focus on the treasures. Easier said than done, but I have some truly amazing gifts and blessings from God.
What would you pack?
