… for those of you who have been praying, we sold our woodstove today for our asking price.
Now Bri is rubbing his hands gleefully as he plans to replace it with one that will work for us. And I am rubbing my hands gleefully in anticipation of the warmth (and to create friction because my fingers are so numb). Now if only I can get up enough nerve to go near it… apparently watching a near neighbor’s house burn in a chimney fire as a kid has left a lot of fear; however, this no meds thing has me so frozen that I don’t think it’ll take me too long.
Thank you for praying. God chose to say, “Yes.”
Yes, I cried, and I really, really wanted to get up and dance, but I was too tired.