The other day Dad gave away the last of our firewood. Someone from town called and asked if we had extra.
"We sure do, bring a truck and I’ll load you up"
I happened to know that we did not have extra.
He dug what was left out of the snow.
The man brought his truck and trailer. After he left I don’t think we had even a stick of wood outside.
Today I heard a knock on the door.
There stood a brother from the church…his four sons still in the truck which was pulling a huge trailer of split firewood.
"Where should we put it?" he asked.
"Wow", is all I could say.
Dad gave a little.
God gave above and beyond.
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