All of sudden, around 9 pm, a storm blows up. A serious storm - crazy wind, lightening, thunder and a downpour.
I like the rain. I like walking out in it, so I tell John stay down here with the kids, I will feed everything and such.
Just walking up the muddy hillside was a feat.
I get up and can't find a flashlight to turn on the lights.
The wind was blowing so hard, I could barely close the barn doors
Be thou diligent to know the state of thy flocks, and look well to thy herds. For riches are not for ever: and doth the crown endure to every generation? The hay appeareth, and the tender grass sheweth itself, and herbs of the mountains are gathered. The lambs are for thy clothing, and the goats are the price of the field. And thou shalt have goats' milk enough for thy food, for the food of thy household, and for the maintenance for thy maidens
- Proverbs 27:23-27