Saturday, June 03, 2017

Prayer Answered

We live on a dead end street. Three huge trees are clumped together on the north side of our fence. It is their life's mission to flood us with their spiky balls that making walking difficult and mowing a hazard. There's a lot of bend over time involved. It's been suggested we gather and spray paint them with gold or silver. Come and get all you want. In spite of the inconvenience.

There are spiky balls on the roof, too. Someone is going to have to get up there and gently push them off before they sprout. Not us.

Six large bags of balls at the curb, I shook my fist at the tree and said, "Lord, could you PLEASE drop those balls on the north side of the fence."

A couple of days later, Johnny said, "That was some storm you slept through. That south wind was awful."

I jumped up and ran out. All the old and new balls were stripped off the tree and on the north side of the fence. Praise the Lord!!!!!

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