A Voice in the Bean Aisle – Faith and Prepping, by Connie H.
I couldn’t help but notice the white plastic bags that covered the handles of the gas pumps at the corner gas station. “Out of Gas”, said the sign. No gas on account of a hurricane a long, long way from Springfield, Tennessee. Fortunately, I had filled my tank earlier in the week and was only there to get ice. But it all seemed fishy to me how a storm so far away would affect us like this. And honestly, a vague sense of worry lingered in the back of my mind until the following day. The trucks arrived and filled …