On November 6, it rained. A lot!
Late that afternoon, the rain came down hard. The kind of rain that makes you glad to be under a sound roof…until your son notices the basement décor (aka laundry basket) is floating at the bottom of the stairs.
Soggy, Damp, and Beautiful
There we were…processing soggy floors, damp boxes, and the reality of our downstairs flooding due to heavy rain, when something unexpected (and beautiful) happened.
Before I could even fully wrap my head around the situation, a quick text message went out. Honestly, I think my thumbs moved faster than my brain.
Help!
And just like that—within minutes—messages started coming back. Offers to help. Words of encouragement.
“We’re on our way.”
“What do you need?”
“We’ve got you.”
I barely had time to panic. Because our people showed up.
ACS In Action
For Gary, Ren, and me, this is what it means to be part of ACS. Not just a place, or a name, or a mission statement on a wall—but a living, breathing community. People who acted when asked. People who jumped in when life gets messy (sometimes literally). People who showed Christ’s love not just in words, but in action.
We say we are authentic, intentional, and we use our God-given gifts to do real work in our community. On November 6, this happened with tools, towels, and boots. It showed up in prayer, laughter amidst the chaos, and reassurance when we felt overwhelmed (three months later, and it still feels overwhelming!).
This is what we love so deeply about being part of the ACS community— that sense of being part of a village rooted in Christ. A place where we look out for one another. Where, when you dare to ask, challenges aren’t carried alone. Where relationships matter more than convenience, and faith is lived out in everyday moments.
That night, our flooded basement became something unexpected:
- A reminder of who we belong to.
- A reminder that God often shows up through His people.
- A reminder of what it means to say, “we’re in this together.”
- A reminder that mission and vision aren’t just words—they’re lived out in real moments, in real homes, during real storms.
We’re grateful beyond words—for the help, the kindness, the prayers, and the love that moved faster than the rain (and our insurance company) ever could.
House dry. Hearts full.
This is our village, and we wouldn’t trade it for anything.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
What a beautiful story! Thanks for sharing. It’s so beautiful to be reminded of how God works through people. And it also is a reminder that it’s so important to reach out when we need help. It’s such a blessing to receive, but such a blessing to give. So you too, were a blessing to those you reached out to, you gave them an opportunity to give back to you.