Then the Lord said to Elijah, “Go, stand in front of me on the mountain. I, the Lord, will pass by you.” Then a very strong wind blew. The wind caused the mountains to break apart. It broke large rocks in front of the Lord. But that wind was not the Lord. After that wind, there was an earthquake. But that earthquake was not the Lord. After the earthquake, there was a fire. But that fire was not the Lord. After the fire, there was a quiet, gentle voice. ... 1 Kings 19:11-12
As I was reading God's word this morning I loved these verses. I am reminded that God can certainly speak to me in many ways and positively in any circumstance yet he knows me and knows that in the storm I need to be held up. I know his presence. It is in that calm that only he can bring me to, that I hear his voice, so still but stirring in my soul.
Once there were two little girls. One wore blond dog ears and went by Suzy. The other was a redhead that went by Pete. These girls spent most summer days at their grandparents house with a freedom to explore that is not safe in today's world.
There are many stories to be told about these girl's adventures. Today, you shall read about one...FIRE!
I do not remember the day of the week or the time of day, it doesn't really matter. It was daytime. Most likely after lunch. There was a building called "the shop." It was called the shop because it was the retired electrical business building of the grandfather's. On the back, east end, of the building was the hen house. On the west side was the office. Inside the building were shelves filled with electrical parts stored in little cubby-holes. There was a work bench, there were tools, there was a boat, and in the open-beamed attic there were several pairs of legs hanging from the ceiling rafters.
Because the attic was basically open to below with a few areas where plywood had been attached to store things, walking around was a challenge. There were two ways to get up into the area; by an old propped up single rung ladder or by crawling up the cubbies and stepping from board to board.
Suzy & Pete were spending their afternoon high above whatever was going on below. They were sitting and talking and experimenting with matches. Yes, they knew better. They were just lighting one from a matchbook they found, most likely on their grandfather's workbench.
The problem was that stored in the top of the shop were some boxes that had shredded paper hanging out of them...or was it one of those old evaporative air conditioner pads made of straw? Again, it really doesn't matter. Something caught fire.
The girls tried to put it out. They did not want to alarm anyone. Great idea...they decided to take turns running to the wash house and getting a cup of water and that for sure would work and put the flames out. Up and down they went. The girls were hustling...and their grandfather became suspicious.
"Girls, what are you up to?" Everything happened so fast. The hose was pulled out and the grandmother heard the grandfather yell...CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT. By the time the fire department arrived the fire was out. No real damage was done. The girls learned a valuable lesson. Don't play with matches is really a statement to live by!
(p.s. The hanging legs were the grandfather's old artificial limbs. You see, he lost his legs (and most of his fingers) just below the knees in a snow storm.)
Fresh Find: Look how cute this added storage is!!!