By the time the firefighters arrived, it was a total loss. Bruce Cash’s whole life burned before his eyes. One small electrical outlet. A tiny spark. The disaster sent him reeling, fumbling to make sense of the blackened soot pile where his house once stood. It appeared to be the end, March 4th, the day Bruce’s house burned.
Two years have passed.
It’s a sunny Saturday morning. Bruce leans over his red pickup truck as he recounts the disaster. He stutters and struggles for the words to express all his disjointed thoughts.
Insomnia, regret, and hopelessness kept Bruce awake that ill-fated evening. “I prayed a thousand times for forgiveness for not getting insurance.” He beat himself up, obsessing over his own mistakes.
For six weeks Bruce lived in a Gainesville homeless shelter.
Life looked bleak, but Bruce pressed into the promise that God would supply all his needs. Continue Reading
