This is the season for miracles. But my wife and I never thought we would witness one in our own house.
Our local weatherman said we were going to have an ice storm Wednesday night and into Thursday. Umm, well, he was right. And what a storm! We lost five of our trees, two of them falling on our carport, and crushing it.
We lost power on Thursday about noon. Right in the middle of my wife baking some of her apricot bread, our favorite. She was really upset about that. Me too. It's delicious.
It was a long day of cutting up fallen trees, one of which spanned the entire road in front of our house. I even had to use the snow shovel to remove all the ice from the roadway.
We had two of our neighbors stop and offer to help. That was really nice, and I told them so, but I was just about done and they drove off.
The power came on at 4:00. I'm happy to say that our new generator worked perfectly (Generac 2000 if you're looking for a good portable).
Now, here's the miracle. After all of our unexpected work at damage control, my wife opened the oven to remove het half-baked bread.
"It looks done!" she exclaimed. "How is that possible? We had no power."
She cut open the loaf to make sure it was done, and it was! Then she cut us each a slice, we buttered it and ate it. It was, inderd, perfect.
"I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his children begging for bread." - Psalm 37:25





















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