Yesterday morning Nikki forwarded me a post from her brother-in-law, who is a meteorologist. This is what it said:
This guy is good, but in Louisiana, you’re careful about believing what anybody says about the weather.
So, after lunch, I brought in some wood and started a fire.
It wasn’t a big, roaring fire, but it was consistent. Before long,
Joel’s mother took a seat in front of the fire, and was soon followed
by other members of the family.
Off and on, we experienced a little rain. Then about dark,
I’ll be John Brown if the ‘changeover’ didn’t occur. So…
I put another log on the fire, along with a small iron pot that needed to be reseasoned, and waited.
Around eight, when I was walking the property, ( you know…new puppy)
that ‘dusting’ had begun.
Nikki’s brother-in-law was right…but not COMPLETELY right…because, this morning, after God had finished dusting,
He had left three inches of the stuff all over our property.