Thursday night our furnace broke. My bedroom was 51 degrees when I woke up and the seven blankets I had on my bed did seemed paper thin as I layed there shivering and thinking about how horrifying it was going to be to step onto the icy hardwood floors and shower in the frigid bathroom, and how many layers of clothing I was going to need to put on to keep from dying. As I battled my flesh to get up, complaining to myself about how much I hate winter, snow and everything that comes along with it....I remembered that I should be thankful that this was the first time in 25 years of living that I have been in a home without heat. I started thanking God that I have a home, I have clothes to put on, I have warm coffee to drink and food to eat, I have a job to go to and I have a car to get me there. I also thanked God that I have friends that would let me stay at their house until the furnace got fixed.

I am thankful that God uses small things like a broken furnace to build our faith, character and remind us what he has done for us.

Also, big thanks to Swilson, Haley and Lauren for letting me move in for the weekend! :)