Journey to Shiloh: Stove In!

It was my fault. I was cleaning above the cabinets when I stepped on the edge of our counter to move across. My toe touch the glass stove. It gave way, sending a crack all the way to the top! I was devastated, heart broken and in shock! How could a slight touch, no weigh, cause such damage. I called my husband who was helping friends move into their new home to reveal the awful news. Like the wonderful loving man that he is, he assured me it was OK. Of course, his sobbing wife on the other end of the phone probably did much to soften his heart! He also said the Lord would make a way to replace it.

Sure enough, the next week, two very giddy people walk into our room. Knowing something was up, we asked, "What's up?" First, they assured us they were not pregnant, which is always our first thought when our married children come up to us with Cheshire grins! They then went on to explain that the Lord had laid on their hearts a way to bless us for letting them live here until they found a house (which was officially contracted for on Dad's 51st birthday, April 4th!)...they would buy us a new stove!

Thank you, Lord, for answered prayer though the blessing of children!

Yesterday, it arrived. Once Dad got home it was time to make the switch!

See the tape covering the long crack...it was in the middle of that triangle that my toe touch, which I assure you was ever so lightly!!

Well, in the last 10 years since we purchased that old stove, which fit perfectly in the pre-made whole of its former occupant, stoves have gotten bigger. So some work had to be done before the new stove could be put in.