Well, it’s not like we weren’t warned or anything. The great Oklahoma weather people told us an ice storm was a comin’ followed by a whole bunch of snow. Kris headed out early Thursday morning to buy a generator. It went unneeded. But, we were ready. Yes. We. Were.
See? We had all of the Winter Storm One-Oh survival essentials.
Kids had a blast. Of course.
Brew joined in on the fun, too.
So did Dad.
Who built a fire.
That kept me outside an extra minute and a half.
By day three, we were getting creative with our indoor activities.
And, today? My kitchen still looks like this.
We all really enjoyed being snowed in. However, I’ve determined three days are plenty. Four begins to push the limits. Or, perhaps, just the limits of a girl growing a person. But, the occasional forcing of a family to slow down is not a bad thing.
It reminds me how much I love my family.
I love hearing my kids play together. I love hearing Kris tell them to stop running in the house and Anna respond, “But, can we jog?” I love hearing John Henry say something just to make me laugh and for no other reason.
I love it that my husband buys a generator just in case. I love it that he builds a fire anyway. I love it that he takes such good care of us.
And, I know that as much as my children’s earthly father takes care of them, they serve a heavenly Father who does so much more.
Hard to imagine really.
But, I know it to be true.
And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19