Gods little miracles

A few weeks ago we had a little excitement up here on the farm. It was around 11:00 when someone crashed into our mail boxes, bulldozed through them, knocked over a telephone pole, then landed in a ditch. Apparently he had fallen asleep while driving home from work. Thankfully he came through this with just a scratch, literally. We helped him out as much as we could gave him an Activated mag and we thought that was the end of it. Well, it isn't. As the Christmas push is well under way and we do most of our witnessing four hours away in NY City we are left at home with a very scanty team of Me, Prom, the Junior teens, and the littlest children to hold down the fort. Well because we are so few I and Kat went out to shovel our very large drive way which happened to be covered with rock hard frozen snow. While I chopped the ice and Kat shoveled we heard a honking on the road and saw a large pickup with a large snow shovel in the front. Being in a jovial mood we joked about how mean he was to be making fun of our very puny efforts in comparison to his ""shovel truck". Five minuets later there was Mr. "shovel truck" offering to help us shovel our drive way. Turns out he was the guy who crashed in our drive way. I was shocked, it's one of those things you always wish would happen to you but never does, except this time it did. God works in mysterious ways.

We aren't really shoveling here, we are...you get the picture.