Dear UR and Family,
I pray this finds you all quite well. Time is limited for emailing today so I will try to relay as much as I can re: our current situation. God is great! This week it has been a constant struggle not to enter into a state of total despair due to the circumstances we are coping with caused by the Santa Ana winds and the horrible wildfires they have caused.
The last time I spoke with you, I think we had just returned to the mission home after our first displacement and at that time I thought it was over! Boy, was I wrong!!
I will tell the story from the beginning. You called to check on us Monday night and I relayed that all was well and it was, until around 9pm. I had just finished Bible Study with the guys and was about to curl up on the couch to read, In fact5, I was curled up in the living room reading and talking to the kids when I noticed an orange reflection in the window. 250,000 had been evacuated from their homes in San Diego County and bush fires had been burning on the mountains behind us all day as happens almost yearly. I just never thought it would get THAT close to us, really. So, seeing an orange tint to the sky in front I told Ramon to look out the back door, the next thing I heard was “FIRE!” I still did not get it though and I walked to the back door myself. When I opened the door I could not believe what I saw. The first thing that hit me was the heat and the smell. As I breathed in, in surprise, acrid smoke choked me and I was literally immobilized as I saw a wall of fire about 100 meters high was licking at the dirt road directly behind the stairs. Although I was looking at a wall of fire I was amazed at how HOT is was, heat just radiating from the fire. It was still across the road but that is only about 30 feet from my back porch. The next thing I recall was the kids crying and Pastor Francisco telling us to grab the animals and get to the car. We had moved the vehicles onto the property early to avoid making car bombs so we grabbed the dog, the cat, and whatever else we could. I got my passport and the kids birth certificates and that was all I had time for. Francisco was dragging me out the door. We turned the frantic horse loose and she took off at a gallop. In the van, I looked back up to the mission with fire all around behind it, and thought, “We are homeless.” It was so shocking and scary and there was no one to call but Yahweh. Down here in this part of Mexico we don’t really have any firefighters .They have city fire trucks from the 1970’s, but no forestry fire fighters. There was no one to call. I knew Francisco and Marcial and the 2 guys we have rehabbing would have to stay to fight the fire if the mission was to be saved. I dreaded him telling me he was staying but did not see any option. The smoke was so thick almost like a heavy fog only unbreathable and fire was on 3 sides of us. Sure enough Francisco made me leave. He told me to take the kids and open the church for whoever would come. Slowly with both kids crying I drove through the brush and smoke over to the building. Dear God, I could not even get close to it, the visibility was nil-I saw a family of Indians with piilowcases full of stuff coming out of the dwelling next door, flames were shooting up not 200 meters from the back of the new buildng and the smoke was unbearable- there was no way we could take shelter there either, so I headed back to the mission, pretty much just feeling my way through the smoke and an occasional patch of fire. It was like in that movie,”Volcano”, I am not kidding. I kept waiting for my tires to melt! The mountains all around were on fire, the coals appearing like lava almost. Back in front of the mission Francisco told me to try to drive as far away as possible and to wait for his call. That was hard, just leaving everything! As we crept down the road the kids crying, the dogs barking, I was on the verge of losing it. Honestly, though, words from that book I just proofread kept me calm. I stopped and turned to my frightened children. “Fear is not faith, “ I hollered, immediately regretting my harsh tone. I need ya’ll to hold it together I told my kids. As I said that, it was as if all fear left me for real and I was filled with a peace I cannot describe. Boyo, our old dog jumped out the window and ran back towards home sending the kids back into hysterics. There was nothing I could do but drive down to the highway and watch and pray that the Lord would spare my husband and the house. We spent the night in the van down on the highway, watching helplessly as the fire ate away at hills on the road to the Bufadora. It was 3am when I saw the fire shooting out of our upstairs windows. Our home was engulfed in black smoke and a wall of fire that we saw from 1 mile away. I cried and cried and wondered where we would go what we would do, and what about frank? It was a nightmare. At around 4am the police made me move the kids back to their staging area a few miles away. Reluctantly, we went, watching troop carriers passing by on the way to Cantu. They brought in empty buses to evacuate the little pueblo. I heard then that over 200 were homeless and I knew I should accept that I was one of them. I had no minutes on the phone so I couldn’t call anybody. (Looking back , this was a good thing as I had no chance to confess any negative crap to anyone!) It was gut wrenching watching the kids weep and weep for their Daddy. I was in shock. Around 5am my cell rang. It was Frank asking where we were! He showed up 10 minutes later! He relayed that God had done a true miracle and that the house was okay! He described how he had sent the guys to fight fire at the church and he and Marcial had stayed behind. I told him it was impossible that I had seen the house burning with my own eyes. He just wept and wept and explained how he had sent the guys to the church, how he and Marcial had fought the fire by pouring 5 gallon buckets of water dipped from the pila onto the roof to keep the burning ashes from lighting the roof. He and Marcial had burns on their entire faces and necks like severe sunburns. Marcial burned himself on the ladder, that is how hot it got! We went to the church first where miraculously the building was untouched, the floor was covered with ashes that had blown under the doors. The landscape was hellish. Ashes falling like snow onto blackened earth. We snuck past the Marines who are now(and still) keeping people out due to the danger of smoke inhalation. I wept when I saw the mission home in one piece! I just could not really believe it. The roses were burned off of my rose bush, the leaves gone from the acacia tree by the pila and the ice plant is all black but the house is all right! Praise God! Brother Jose Luis called to tell us he had seen our house burning! Inn fact, since then many people have contacted us to find out what we are going to do with no home. I mean, Francisco said it was literally like the fiery furnace. He and Marcial both say that God’s Presence was SO evident during the whole event that is was amazing. Neither one can speak of that first night without weeping and giving glory to Yahweh. We returned home the first day at around noon. We all had severe headaches and sore throats from the evil smoke but were glad to have a home. A blanket of ashes covered everything , and we do have smoke damage upstairs but other than that we are BLESSED! That night we took watches monitoring the hot spots of coals still alight that the wind could start back up. I had the 2nd watch, it was 1am when the now familiar orange glow returned. This time the fire was coming from the east, (that is the horror of the Santa Ana effect, it changes drastically with no warning) it looked a mile off but by now I am aware of how rapidly a fire moves and I woke everyone up. Once again we got into the van, not knowing if we would return to a home or not, but this time around we had packed small bags for each of us and we had rounded up our important documents and pictures. The kids and I camped on the roadside, on the highway below, for the 2nd night. The smoke and ash has been too bad to stay at the church. This time it was not as harrowing as pretty much all of the fuel for the fire was burned up, which is good. Once again it came very very very close, but the Lord spared not only our home but the church as well. This time though the officials were more efficient at guarding the area and we have been unable to get back in until yesterday.(Friday) On top of the pila Frank discovered a bunch of dead rodents, they evidently perished from smoke exposure because they were not burned.
At this point, we need to deal with the smoke damage(it reeks of ashes and water), by painting. The church has smoke damage as well, but the structure is untouched, a miracle. That smoke makes you really ill, it is hard to describe how nasty it is. We are waiting for the hot spots to die before we bring the horse back and we are not unpacking anything
yet! But again we are so blessed. I really appreciate our home now !!
Today, the Santa Ana winds are gone and the smoke can only be seen at a good distance. We heard that some 8,000 hectarias have burned in Baja, I guess in California it is a lot more. Over 300 have lost their homes in our area alone. There is nowhere for them to go and it is so heartbreaking and but for the grace of God go I.
I believe we are home for good now and we will assess what needs to be done and how we can reach out to those who have lost it all. Civil Protection says the children can not be here until the air quality improves but I have no where else to send them. We just have to stay indoors as the ashes are still falling(coming from new fire in Zorillo south of Maneadero) and the air is really disgusting. It only takes a few minutes to get sick from it. Water has become an issue for evreyone. We need to drain our pila, which we had just had filled Monday, it is nasty with rodents floating in it, and then refill it , but due to contamination of the city well we have to get it from Ensenada and they are gouging people, $600pesos for a load as opposed to $280 usually. Public school has been out all week and not many people from around here can work due to the air.
Our greatest loss is that of the small generator which partially melted but thankfully did not explode. We are taking it to the generator place to see if it can be repaired, meanwhile , we have only the diesel now which is hit and miss.
Most likely, we will open up as a semi-longterm shelter to those who lost everything by Monday. I can not see anyone coming up here for a while still. Heat still emanates from e
It has been a terrifying and humbling experience that I would not wish upon my worst enemy. And we are the blessed ones who still have a home. Imagine how horrible it is for those who lost everything in one instant.
So once again Yahweh has shown His Faithfulness to us and I am so grateful. Immensely grateful, as are the children as we survey the landscape and realize how close we came to total disaster……………..still, the first thing you see when you open the back door is the huge drift of ash that used to be bushes and grass, dotted with wisps of noxious black smoke, really surreal.
Thanks to everyone for their prayers, we will keep you posted. We ask that the families left homeless by the fires in Cantu, be kept in your prayers. We are praying for Herlinda’s family during this time as well. May the Lord comfort them and show them that Bonnie is in heaven now.
I was able to meet with the leader of the Ixpa last Sunday and I was able to share, through a translator, the Good News of the Gospel with him. I am elated to report that he is very interested in Jesus and learning more about Him. We were supposed to meet again today but everything has changed, with the Ixpa having been displaced along with the rest of us, so I will let you all know what comes of our next meeting when we get things settled a bit.
For now I will sign off,
Love,
Sister deedee and family in Baja