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The cat bowl has been frooze for a week now and the wind is howling like a banshee in the 
window cracks. The thermometer reads eighteen degrees and dropping, granny says the 
temperature will keep dropping; she knows the degree of pain in her joints is more severe 
than ever before. I hope that the old car starts on time in the morning to get me to work and 
back. 
The wind was blasting like hurricane forces against the vinyl siding of our home. I hoped 
others will have a safe and good night and no frozen pipes or worse. I am glad to have a roof 
over my head, my family safe around me and a full belly. Everything else really doesn't 
matter. Though I pray that we will have no wind damage to our home tonight on this coldest 
night in history. 
The night the house was buried in snow; we found a fully frozen buck close to our house and 
mounted his head since he didn't need it anymore. The antlers make a good hat rack. 
Yes the north wind blew harder than I have ever heard before....causing instant frost bite to 
any bare skin exposed. The kind of night for snuggling and chilli or any warm beverage.
This cold night was special in a spiritual way; there was a special visitor to our door that 
night and he brought a message like no other. I knew the message was for me and only me 
from God Himself....
Yes I had a real awakening that night while fighting off chill bumps and cabin fever.


to be continued...

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