The oven/range will be delivered on Tuesday. Still deciding on paint colors. Hope to hear from the fire restoration company Monday – a project manager is supposed to call.
Max jumps when he hears the toaster oven timer (beep) go off. I think I smell smoke about ten times a day. It’s psychosomatic I know, but it’s weird because it seems very real.
Max talked about the fire more on Thursday and Friday than previous days…lots of good questions and discussions. I’m so glad he’s verbally processing and I’m thankful that I’m the one who is reassuring him that everything will be all right.
I’m still walking that line of knowing this didn’t turn out so bad so stop making a big deal of everything, and oh-my-gosh I caused a trauma in my son’s life and in mine, too. Plus, all this great stuff is happening as a result. It doesn’t make sense but I know that being thankful is the right response.
And it will make a great object lesson for Jr. High one day.
he will give a crown of beauty for ashes,
a joyous blessing instead of mourning,
festive praise instead of despair.
In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks
that the Lord has planted for his own glory.
Isaiah 61:3
I have thought about you, for days. I know that, in the grand scheme of things, it’s minor damage but still I can only imagine it is quite overwhelming and scary… Praying for you and this process… but, in the mean time- new stove and paint is awesomely celebratory!
Can’t wait to see how it all turns out. I know it will be beautiful!