One Cold Day

So last night around midnight, I woke up to a horrible smell in my bedroom.  It smelled like a fire of some kind, almost like it does when you first start your heater after a warm summer.  I woke up John and we walked around trying to find the "fire." But we never could find where the smell originated so we turned off the heater, brought Ashlyn upstairs with the rest of us just in case there really was a fire, and went back to bed.  Our hope was that when we woke up, we would turn the power back on and the smell would be gone.  Well, when we turned it on in the morning, nothing happened.  The heater never came back on.  We called a friend of ours to come take a look at it after he got off work.  Ashlyn and I survived the 55 degree house by hanging out at the library for part of the day and sitting by our new electric heater the rest of the day.  Then the boys joined us.  We were so excited that around 6 pm, our friend came out and found the problem right away. The problem had to do with the fan auto switch.  He was able to manually turn the heater on and then keep the fan setting to on instead of auto.  And we have heat!  He will come back and fix the auto part this week. It's already 68 in here and wonderful.  Praise God for space heaters, libraries, and reminders that we are not in control of everything.