Wood

A couple months before we left for vacation, we ordered a logging truck load of wood.  We were nearly out so we needed more for this year.  Unfortunately, things did not work out the way they were supposed to.  The temperatures dropped and michinery began to break down.  Parts were ordered, from the lower mainland but they sent up wrong parts.  New parts were ordered.  Temps dropped again.  Everything was going wrong.  People everywhere were beginning to squirm as they watched their wook piles dwindle. 

Well, it was time for us to leave and we chopped up every last bit of firewood that we had and stacked it neatly by the house for easy access.  We prayed it would be enough for while we were gone.    We paid for a load of wood to the logger man on faith that he would get us wood while we were gone and we left.
 
When we came home, still no wood was in our yard.    Our pile of chopped wood was small but yesterday we got the call.  The machinery was all back in order,  It wasn't -45 degrees, the logging truck was in service and the landing was open.  We were already paid up so we were the first to recieve our order.  Praise God! 

What we had left.

What we own now!  Happy Day!