In a previous blog post I told the story of the magnitude 7.0 earthquake that shook Alaska (and to some extent, my faith) last November. As I write this, I have the benefit of hindsight. Our home hasn’t been repaired yet, but we are in the process of securing a long-term disaster loan that was one of many answers to prayer along the way. In a sense, I’m in the light, but it wasn’t always this way.
Not long after the earthquake, it was a very dark time for my husband and me, as we looked the possibility of foreclosure square in the eye and a couple of our family members struggled with stress and anxiety about remaining in the house during literally hundreds of aftershocks in the weeks after the quake.