The tempest comes out from its chamber,
the cold from the driving winds.
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the breath of God produces ice,
and the broad waters become frozen.
He loads the clouds with moisture;
he scatters his lightning through them.
Job 37:9-11
Winter is intermittent here--seventy degrees one day and forty the next. One wears summer clothes one day and winter clothes the next. Tired of winter? Not yet. We haven't had enough. We've had a little snow and a little ice--just enough to please my love of winter and...it hasn't disturbed our daily walk but a couple of times. The photos show a few places along the lovely wooded road that we're privileged to travel. The weather is changing as I write and the change usually brings winds. I expected to be awake all night but prayed that God, the producer of weather, would see us through. He did and I slept like a baby. Good morning to another day without disaster. Thank you, God.
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