On the last night of our cruise, we got word that there had been flooding at our house. Our entire downstairs was covered with about an inch of water from a broken ice-maker hose behind our refrigerator. Dear friends and neighbors worked feverishly to remove all our belongings and call the necessary people to dry out our floors and walls, all while we were en route to Valencia from Vancouver. By the time we arrived, most of the hard labor was done. Of course the work with the insurance company, etc. was just to begin, but the Lord was so gracious to us in surrounding us with helpful, knowledgeable folks and friends willing to house, clothe or feed any/all of us. Jay's parents drove up from El Centro to help us decide what steps needed to be taken next. Madeline and I ended up going home with them the day after they arrived; the work to be done would require us to live in severe circumstances for too long. We couldn't have asked for a better rescue team. Jay stayed on to deal with the house and our separation would end up lasting over a month with his visiting us on the weekends. In the meantime, Madeline and I enjoyed our visit with Grandma and Grandpa. The pictures of the proof.
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