Safe…

So I’ve been knocked down this past few months, and of course my blog did too. It has been more than a month since I last posted anything here. Well for starters, let’s just say that I just experienced one big unexpected, and very unfortunate event in my life for the past weeks.

Firstly, the fire that caught our house in the morning of October 11, 2012. Yep, a fire just ate the apartment where we are staying (make that a past tense, cause the apartment itself is now non-existent). The only thing I was able to save is my laptop. No wallet, no charger, no bags, and no clothes! It came as a shock, I just finished taking a bath coz I was about to go to work, one minute my husband and I were fondly texting with each other, the next thing I heard was a cry from the outside about the fire. All I could do was to get the kids out of the house, as fast as I can. I went back inside to get my laptop and maybe some other things that I can carry, but seeing the fire in the ceiling of the house just frightened me, so I ran. I know I look ridiculous during that time, the only clothing I have on me was that towel I draped from my recently concluded bath. I was shaking, the kids started to cry, and nobody from the fire station came to rescue us yet.

I watched as the fire made its way to our apartment, taking everything that we tried so hard to put up together for the past years. Honestly I wasn’t thinking about anything at all, except for the safety of the kids. I just didn’t care about all other things. Cause it hit me right there and then, that we can always replace all the material things we possessed, but we can never bring back a life that was lost.

Despite that event, I thank God for so many reasons. I thank Him that it happened during daytime otherwise, we would have been caught unaware if it happened during the night. I thank God that I woke up late that day, which made me very late for work, otherwise I wouldn’t know what to think if it happened when the only people in the house were just the help and the kids, (the help has a habit of leaving the kids in the house all by themselves!). I thank God that the fire didn’t spread as much as we feared to. I thank God for all my friends who gave us clothes when we had nothing to wear. I thank God for the shoulders who were there for me to cry on right that very instant. I thank God that my husband was halfway down the road when the fire started, although I know he’s not scheduled to come home that day (he just had the unnerving sense to go home and so he did). I thank God for my husband’s parents who took us in when we had nowhere to live. I thank God that everyone was safe after the fire.

I happen to read someone’s blog where she declares that she doesn’t believe in God. And although I ‘m wondering why I read it in the first place, I’m glad I did cause I wouldn’t know the difference between the person who is in faith, and the person who isn’t. A person who’s not in faith may find it convenient to always complain about everything when things go wrong, when awful things happen to them, it’s like a dead end, coz it’s just plain misfortune, and so they end up feeling miserable for the things they can’t control. (I’m not judging here, It’s just my point of view, after all, we are entitled to our own opinion right?) A person in faith always finds acceptance for the way things are knowing that God has a better plan, and no matter the chaos, there is that one place where we find security, that one place where we find solace when life blows us tremendously. With God, we can always declare that even if we’re in the middle of the war, even if we died, we are always gonna be….. SAFE.