My husband Russ and I drove through the place we'd called home for 28 years. The nearby hills, once thick with tall trees, were difficult to 1 .
Two weeks earlier, we'd got an early-morning call telling us to leave 2.The wildfire tearing through Northern California had 3 and was heading our way. We 4the car with a few belongings. For days, we moved from hotel to hotel, desperate for 5.What finally came wasn't good. Our house had been right in the fire's 6
Now we'd been given permission to 7. Russ and I brought shovels, work boots, and gloves. We'd save anything we could. We drove slowly through the ruins where the chimney marked where our8once stood. Photos and my precious collection of inspiring books were all 9 We uncovered a coat tree that used to 10 in our living room. How would we survive this ?
Russ loaded what we'd found in the car." Let's go," he said. That's when I noticed a small piece of11I picked it up. Its sides were burned, yet the words were surprisingly clear," If life seems 12, I pause and reflect on the blessing sometimes hidden within every circumstance. With new faith and 13, I begin again." They are words that I 14 to hear. I kept that paper in every hotel we stayed in over the 15 months. It now sits in a place of honor in our new home as a reminder that we can begin again.