The furnace would shut off sometimes. We flipped it off and back on again which restarted it. For a couple of years this sufficed.
This winter, one of the coldest I can remember, it began to shut off more frequently.
Mornings we awoke to 40 degrees. It would be 4 pm before it reached 67. Space heaters became our friend.
We started a savings account for a furnace. Obviously something was wrong.
One weekend it got particularly bad. I spent several hours of two nights awake. Down the stairs, ’round the corner. Flip the switch. Turn it on again. Up the stairs. Warm in bed. Falling asleep. I hear it turn off again. The cycle returns.
After two days I got into bed weeping. Exhaustion set in and I was tired of being cold.
So we prayed. We prayed hard. We begged God to fix our furnace.
And he did. He fixed it right up. It’s been several weeks and I haven’t touched the thermostat.
I had no idea how much of my time was spent worrying about the furnace. My head feels clearer, freer.
Thank you Lord. Thank you.