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Squirreling Away For The Winter

Beautiful fall evening.  I've been cooking, blending and putting some food away.  While tinkering in the kitchen or in the yard I watched the squirrels very busily putting away food for the winter and I feel a great connection.  

I remember harvest at home and putting up hundreds of jars of veggies and meat.  It was not a luxury but for our survival for the winter. When I read the following verse growing up - I knew exactly what it meant.  I remember one year that a neighbor didn't put up hay and during an awful winter, his cattle starved. I could see and touch the harvest.  It took me time to understand the abstract of harvest of savings.  I've always lived frugally but not saved for the winter.

Go to the ant, you sluggard;
consider its ways and be wise!
7It has no commander,
no overseer or ruler,
8yet it stores its provisions in summer
and gathers its food at harvest. 

When we can earn- we need to and put it away for a season of winter in our lives.  While we can save- lets save.  The squirrel out here puts one nut into the ground at a time.  We need to do that as well- One dollar- One can of food- One bill paid off.  Little by little we store for the winter.  Let's be wise and have emergency items and be working on an emergency fund!

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