#IndyBoom

I'm not sure how far this story spread nationally but my little side of town in Indianapolis experienced quite the tragic incident this weekend. At about 11 p.m. my husband called me to see if felt that huge boom, a boom that felt like an explosion and shook our house. I was out downtown on my way to celebrate a friends bachelorette party and didn't feel what he was talking about.

We soon started hearing through instagram, facebook and twitter about an explosion in a neighborhood only a few miles from my house. TV's were on in the bars but no sound obviously so we could only watch the devistation and try and check on our friends and family through text and facebook (where would we be without social media)

This explosion was massive, completely destroying two homes (think blown to pieces and off of their foundations) and damaging many more to the point that they cannot be lived in, many will have to be torn down and rebuilt. This neighborhood has a lot of recovery ahead.

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We know of many families that live in this neighborhood and in a way I feel guilty that I was gone from my family, guilty that if it had been closer to home I would not have been with them. Guilty that I was not with my husband and children when the news started coming in about what happened. It's hard to grasp just how quickly everything can change in this life. Our next breath is not guaranteed, so hug your kids a little tighter tell your husband or wife how much you love them.

The hope and comfort in all this is watching our community rally to volunteer and help in any way possible to care for these families. Praying for those mourning the loss of two lives today and for those displaced and waiting for the next steps. God does not forget us or those who are suffering.