Beautiful, God Given Life
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December 8, 2016 began like any other casual day in the Schultz house. With an after play party to prep for, we spent the cold, December day making Christmas brownies and popcorn filled cups decorated like snowmen. With Christmas music in the air, my brother
prepared a roaring fire in our fireplace. My mom apparently thought he needed some guidance because that morning she showed him some YouTube videos on "How to Properly Start a Fire". I think it helped, because that day he ignited a blazing fire!
Everything was just beautiful! By the end of the day, our house was clean and we all were dressed fancyish to go to the play, The Happy Elf. From what I can remember, it was adorable, with little elves and fun songs, I thoroughly enjoyed it. The cuteness of that play though, is not what rocked my world into transformation, what was going on at my beautiful home is what did it for me.
That was one of the strangest moments of my life. I was standing there, in the after party of sorts to the happy performance. Little children dressed as elves are running around, people are laughing, Christmas music is playing and I am standing there in the midst of it all trying to figure out what I should do with the shocking news.
I calmly tell my slightly dramatic sister (another fellow blogger Paper Cuts) and she reacted like I think most people would. Like, if she we were texting about it, she would have been using a lot of uppercase letters and exclamation points. Ya feel me?
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When talking about it recently, my eight-year-old sister explained that she didn't cry until we were at the house and Missy prayed for us. That one of the most surreal moments of my time on this earth. Here we are, down the street from our house, because that was the closest that we could park due to the firetrucks and emergency vehicles parked outside of our home. In that moment I felt the presence of my God in a new way. He was my greatest comfort. Sitting in the back of our big van with my younger siblings broken beside me the Lord enabled me to be strong for them. All that I could think of was Romans 8:28, "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." All that I could think to say is, "We are all going to be okay." So I spoke it out and tried to explain to my frightened siblings that we are going to be okay. The Lord was with us in that van outside of our burning house on December 8, 2016 when everything changed for the Schultz family.
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The fire inspector told us that the fire could have started at any time we just had to get it hot enough. Which if you think about it, that means that we all could have died if we left a it burning all night. My dad says that the worst thing happened in the best way. For me that can only point the creator of the universe.
It is truly beautiful all of the times and ways that the Lord has taken care of us but my favorite is
On that note, I feel crazy to say it, but if I had the option of to change the past so that the fire would have never happened I honesty wouldn't. What happened made us stronger as a family and have a greater appreciation for each other. The realization that we could have all died really made us celebrate the life that we have even if it is crazy hard and stressful and unfortunate... It's life! And it's beautiful! And it's God given which truly makes it worth living no matter what happens!


This is perfect. Love you.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful story! You brought that night back to life in a way that made the sounds, smells, sights and feelings rush back. One thing I remember most strongly is your composure through it all. You impressed upon me the surety that God's hand upholds His people in times of need when they are rooted in Him. Stay rooted, sweet one. You're a true picture of God's goodness and strength. I love you.
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