In January of 1997 a fire broke out in our home. Burned it to the ground. We lost everything, save the night-clothes we were wearing.
We moved out to a farmhouse some church members provided. It came completely equipped with everything we needed for that temporary time.
Since the house that burned was the parsonage, our church, very generously, reworked my salary package, enabling us to buy or build a home. Pam worked hard with some builders in our church to create the home she wanted.
We lived in the farmhouse for most of 1997, moving into our new home in early to mid-December. Though excited, we were exhausted. Then, . . came Christmas. Seriously, we thought, now?