Thursday, April 9, 2009


My phone rang at 3:30 am this morning and woke me up. It was my husband.

"Have you heard?"

Heard what.....

"The bar is burning to the ground."

My mom's bar, which she and her husband own (not my dad), was on fire. We have friends that work there and one of them called my husband at work to let him know. This morning, I found a picture of the blaze online:

I have the strangest feeling about this. Part of me is happy. Part of me is a little sad. Please don't think I am being unsympatheitc or that I have a heart of stone. I am sad for my mom. But, I am happy that nor my husband or myself work there any longer. I also feel like there was so much evil and sin going on in that place, aside from the patrons and alcohol being served, that it is truly a blessing that none of that will happen there any longer.
I'll have more to say about this soon. My family is something that I've wanted to post about for a while and all the hidden feelings this blaze is stirring up is a good start.
For now, I pray that somehow through this a conversion of hearts can happen for my mom and brother, and even her husband.

1 comment:

Candy Rant said...

WOW. I encourage you to write about your family, and I pray that good things come out of all this fire.