Becky just remembered a line from a children’s book she used while teaching.  “O the Blessed Sun.”  A blessed sun is what we have today as we emerge from a night without heat and a day without electricity.  The frost lies heavy on the grass and on the wind shields. The sun is shining through the eastern windows.  We have opened all the blinds and throughout the day will make sure the sun finds a way into house.  There are likely other people in the area who also are welcoming the blessed sun as they may still be without power. No wonder Golden Corral was packed at 3 o’clock yesterday afternoon.

It’s not quite to the level of Psalm 30:5, “Weeping may last for the night, but there is a song of joy in the morning.”  But I feel like singing, “Morning has broken like the first morning…”  We usually don’t have this much excitement here on the bottom of the hill on Parklind Dr.

My wife exclaimed, “Look at that sun.  That beautiful, beautiful sun.  Gorgeous. Blessed sight.” As wrote last night, “Te Deum Laudamus!”

(Spell check doesn’t like Latin.  Well spell check, check out the Canticle  for the order of Matins)