Today we rushed to get up the hay before a giant storm hit us.
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| Our farm is in blue. |
We got the last bales into the barns just before a downpour began.
Can't tell you how many times this has happened. It's sheer grace. The grace of God. Undeserved. Unmerited. The gift of God. He'd be offended if you tried to pay him for it. You just say:
THANK YOU.