The wind is blowing in snow and cold across Nebraska and the Midwest tonight. Something about that feeling and the sound drives me domestic. My urge to go tuck in the animals, bank the barns, stoke the fire and bake is not satisfied after feeding my horses and two chickens. Nor is it satiated with peanut butter cookies or ham and bean soup or checking all of the doors and windows and calling my boys. The hope planted in the spring that brought harvest in the fall is nurturing tonight. The sweet smelling hay that I fed was not put up by my hands as it used to be and yet it was purchased by hope and hard work and planning. The food, blankets and energy... all signs of my hope. Hope to live. Hope to nurture. Hope to be. Hope to become. Hope warms, nurtures, energizes, comforts and challenges us. Hope is my Heart's Cry. Hope that my life makes a difference in those around me. The Blessed Hope t...
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