We were sitting in the living room chatting with my hubby's friend from work when I suddenly said to him, "You need to get home! Your wife needs you!" I had no idea why I said that.
About 15 minutes later he called, frantic, saying, tell Dan our house is on fire!" He wanted me to pick up his wife at work and take her home as he was afraid she'd be too upset to drive.
When we got there the flames were roaring above the house, but all 6 children (who had been left alone for awhile) we safe! The house was practically under the water tower of the very small town, and the fire station was very close, so they were able to salvage much of their stuff which was mostly packed up for moving.
I was almost out of gas, but was able to roll into the 1st gas station outside of the town we lived in. Got home to realize I'd left my youngest son at home alone! (He was 8 or 10, and responsible...every one else wanted to go, but I thot it would be too upsetting for him.
I was able to hold it together 'til I got to the burning house and saw that all the children, ages about 3-12, were ok. Then I cried!
THANK YOU, dear Father for giving me this message!