The wind howled at us all night. It was like a wild animal outside but it couldn’t get inside. It was scary in an exciting way, reminding me of some of the blizzards I experienced as a child. It is very cold, but we had only a flurry of new snow and a little cold rain.
I had been thinking of the homeless people who were featured in the Tulsa newspaper. The mission was taking in many more than capacity because of the extreme weather. It is so sad to me that these people have no place even a small shed or tiny, poor apartment. They huddle behind buildings, in parks under shrubs, and under bridges. Such a life!
I lay in my nice comfortable bed all snuggled under the blankets and listened to the howl of the wind. It was frightful and at the same time delicious for drama.
God has been so good to us. I don’t have to fear that my family will be cold. We have warm coats, hats, a good, if old, house with storm windows, central heat and a woodstove in the family room. We have electricity and clean water, plenty of food, and really more than we need. I still catch myself whining sometimes though. Shame on me.
The wind was high and drove away all the clouds my morning, so it is sunny today. I supposed that with such wind the seven bird feeders I filled yesterday would be emptied, yet there was still seed in them. Firewood is stacked by the stove and more on the porch.
The wind has worried at us and is blowing still. It is very cold, supposed to get down below zero during the night. Thank you, Lord for the blessings of home.