The heater had seemed to run nearly all night
long, so I knew that it was very, very cold. When I nervously went to check the digital thermometer around 5 a.m., that apparently
shocked instrument simply read, - -.
Minus minus? How bad was “minus minus”?
Well, Worland’s mercury officially bottomed out
at -36° and topped out at a measly -5°. (With prayers, extra feed, and additional bedding,
the livestock seemed fine; all took naps in the afternoon sunshine.) I’m
grateful that tomorrow, we’re supposed to reach a relatively-balmy 23°. Still, I long for the day when our thermometer will gush: + + !
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| Mercy demonstrates the best place to spend a bitter cold day: cuddled under a wool blanket with her momma! |
“…Nothing
living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable
or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can
get between us and God’s love….” –ROMANS 8:38-39 (MSG)
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