All roads closed. Ice everywhere. Powerlines may break soon. The picture above shows the frozen rain and sleet in my roof-water buckets outside.
Maybe my thermometer is broken, but it said 11 degrees Farhenheit, and that was at 8:00 AM. At least the inside of the hermitage is warmer than outside, sporting indoor temps in the 30s Fahrenheit. Extreme sport hermiting!
Just to say, I did put up a bit of insulation on part of one wall. I wouldn’t want to think what it would be like without that bit of help. And I did move my chair, which was five feet away and facing away from the wood-stove. Now I’m about three feet away, alongside the stove.
I count my blessings, however, and praise the Lord. The marginalized sleep in their millions out in the cold, you know, “street-people”, victims of down-sizing of psych hospitals, and so very many refugees, so many who are homeless after natural disasters (like those still out in the cold from hurricane Sandy, because FEMA, with zillions of dollars won’t do much: here), so many who are on the run because of lack of religious freedom, such as in China, where the persecutions especially against Catholics are always worsening, and all with the blessings and now the beginnings of imitation of America.
I think of all the march for life crowd in Washington, D.C., who welcome the opportunity of such iciness to be all the more in solidarity with the unborn, who can face such icey bleakness as they grow up, hopefully, in their mothers’ wombs. Yikes!
I think in particular of one lady who is till in need of much healing, here.
We look forward to heaven!