In our bed, there's a cat at the top of each pillow and a third squashed in the middle. We are surrounded by purr and fur.
The dog is in her crate by the bedside (she's a miraculous Lazarus). She had a death sentence on Sunday and is now back to full blooming life.
We'll finish our tea and read a chapter from our lovely book. Then we'll hunker down and fall asleep, safe and warm from the windstorm outside.
All we have is Christ.
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