Stahlke Adoption

Postscript: Batten Down the Hatches

Last Tuesday night, at our devotions after supper, we sang the following hymn verse that the family is learning:

O God, our help, in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

The snow blew horizontally outside. A few hours later, I couldn't even see the steps of the houses across our street. They had been piling high with snow, while our stairs were swept clean by the ferocious wind. Now the snow swirled thickly in the air, obscuring my view of houses that are not very far away. Lighting flashed in the sky, and thunder crashed, although the sound was muffled by the snow.

The words "thundersnow" and "stormy blast" took on new meaning for me that night.

posted by Stahlkes @ 6:42 PM