On Saturday morning, I woke up to the news that a childhood friend had not only lost her home, but her children in an nighttime fire. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me.
Trey and Jennifer woke up to their home totally engulfed in flames. Trey, an assistant fire chief, grabbed his radio off the nightstand and called his fire station frantically to let them know that his own house was on fire. Immediately he put his fire training to use and kicked out the air conditioner unit in their bedroom to get Jennifer to safety. He began to crawl to get to the rooms of his 22 month old and 4 year old sons: Tyler and Hadyn. Unfortunately, the smoke was so thick and the flames so overwhelming that it was already too late. Sweet Tyler and Hadyn had already died due to smoke inhalation.
Fire and police units from around the county arrived just 3 minutes after Trey called in to his own fire house. When they arrived they said smoke and flames are coming from every window.
Today at 1:00, Trey and Jennifer have to face the awful nightmare of burying their two precious boys. I can't wrap my mind around it.
I know I don't even have to ask you to be surrounding them with prayer today. They are going to need every ounce of strength they can get to make it through today, and even worse, the days ahead without their precious boys.