Either way, the teens gathered at our home for a bit to share in the giving and preparing of things. Stalls were insulated and a sick little goat was tended to. Tonight, dinner rolls rise on the old gas stove while a fire crackles in the fire place. One plucks a new banjo and one chats with a friend...at least we are warm while the wind howls outside.
For now, we wait for news of restored health and electricity returned. For now, we nestle in..venturing out only when absolutely necessary. Knitting or pick in hand...quilting or a new book..for now, we rest in the knowledge of His love and favor...of together, at least for now.