The salch family almost disappeared. We, you and I, almost didn't happen. This is the story of how God preserved us.
My great grandma was a godly woman (seperate post about her life). She had settled in new York for a time, which is the setting of this passed down family history story. I relay this as accurately as I can remember.
She was living in an apartment building of some sort with my grandpa and his brother. The boys were still small, I perceive preteens but am unsure. As the story goes, she returned home one evening to find her apartment building ablaze in fire. The fire was so intense that the fireman has abandoned it and we're just watching it burn trying to prevent the spread.
She frantically searched around for her boys, nowhere to be seen. Upon ascertaining that they must be inside, in her upstairs apartment, she bolted for the front door. The firemen tried to hold her back from entering, telling her that it was too late. But she refused and broke free of them.
Racing into the front door, the fireman testified that they saw angels holding the flames back from her as she entered the building. She ran up stairs, found her boys, and brought them both out. As she exited, again the firemen saw angels holding the fire back from her. When she stepped out the door and off the porch, the building collapsed behind her in a heap of flame.
She was not burned, not singed, she didn't even smell of smoke she had been totally protected from the fire to rescue her boys. God had miraculously preserved our family.
As an interesting note.... She was again protected by fire after her death. I remember as a young boy my grandma, "nana", coming into my room early one morning proclaiming that her house had burned down. She was right. I went with my dad later to see and her house in the country, that my dad and grandpa had built, was gone.
Oddly, there was one thing left. In the back bedroom closet, under the collapsed and charred roof and walls, was a cedar storage chest. Inside that chest among other things was great grandma moody's bibles. They were untouched by the fire, not even smoke damage.
Miracle? I don't know. But I like to think that in a small way God reminded us that he preserved us, our family. Those bibles represented her and her brave faithful action to pull our grandfather from the impossible flames.
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