All the Money and hard work that Willard and I put into canning these plum and peach preserves, and we were stupid enough to put them on a high, untested shelve. While Willard and I were sitting down eating the Father's day dinner. What sounded like the most awfullest rumbling sound, and then the avalanche of jar after jar falling from the cabinet and hitting the floor. I set there and just hung my head. I didn't know whether to be upset because of the lost, or thankful that no one had gotten hurt. And at the end, I'm thankful no one was hurt. although anyone would have expected most of the preserve jars broken falling from that height, very few in fact were broken. God has His hands on all things. even jars of fruit.
I'm remembering that song, It is no secret what God can do.
Until next time God bless,
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