January 27
Everything is glare ice. Branches are snapping off the trees like brittle spaghetti. It is still raining so I retreat from the yard and stand under the overhang. There is a large crack followed by a thud. A huge branch falls from the elm and is imbedded into the ground where I had been standing. I stare in disbelief.
Some would say 'thank your lucky stars.’ That is how I felt once, but now I say luck and stars has nothing to do with it.
“The very hairs of your head are numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows." (Matthew 10:30-31)
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