I would have posted a blog last Tuesday, but the previous Sunday at 4 a.m., the massive ice storm that swept much of the U.S, hit the Mid-South where I spend winters to stay warm. Old timers told me about the memorable storm of 1996, but I’ve lived through severe winters in northern places and experienced -60 F twice, so I just smiled.
But it got serious early Sunday when I woke to the sound of exploding trees and falling limbs, power transformers blowing, and the strangest booming lightning I’ve ever seen and heard. We and surrounding areas lost all power. Once the sun rose, the landscape looked like someone had played with giant-sized pick-up-sticks and dropped them in a pile. 
We’d been told to get emergency supplies. I had a powerful rechargeable flashlight. A friend with gas for heat and cooking, took me in. All businesses closed. I support Samaritan’s Purse at times. They are here doing a great job. The National Guard is in place. Utility linemen from other states will replace 200 additional utility poles before power can be restored. Roads must be cleared from two inches of solid ice plus fallen tree and branch debris everywhere. I’m impressed by how beautifully people are helping each other.
A team from a church I don’t attend stopped, wanting to clear fallen branches from my yard because a friend from their church had them check on me. I assured them I’m at the bottom of the list for needing help. They plan to come back when things normalize. We’re seeing amazing cooperation and blessings. I’m posting photos of heroes and the comfort of gas heat.
Wherever you are and whatever your circumstances, and whether you’re hot or cold, light or dark, stay appreciative. And may God bless you. 
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