A couple of years ago Dad and I made the decision that we would never move from this house to a smaller home. There were many reasons for this, but uppermost on the list was the idea that, in this day and age, so few families have a place they remember as "home"; the childhood place they can come home to for visits...or when the need arises.
Blanchard's: you broke mold. Never in a million years would we have thought to add an "if your house catches fire and you need a place to stay" item on our list!
Welcome home.
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Mom, Jim was just telling me this morning again, thank God we have ma and poppie down the road. How bored would these kids be in a hotel?
Everyone seems to want to take the kids for sleepovers, and as we decide what nights we let them go to whose house, Jim and I love knowing we have a bed here.
It all keeps coming in waves how lucky and blessed we are, how scary it could have turned out, and how thankful we are to God that it wasn't much worse. We hear from the fireman that God bought them only 5 extra minutes or the house would be gone.....
We can't wait to go to 4pm mass today to pray and say thanks
Enjoy their hospitality Blanchards. It's first rate.
And wow, how many times can this family be blessed both with suffering and deliverance in one year?
(that's not a challenge God...)
I still can't believe this happened
Woah, I didn't know Brent was home for a visit.
Nice, Clare!
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