and Hay
What do you do when the sky is blue and the grass sways
in the summer sun? You make hay. Then what do you do when the trees are few and
you need to keep warm in winter’s chill? You work with a will, twisting sticks
of hay to burn—aplenty each day. My Father sent the sunshine and grew the grass
and supplied the idea of turning hay into stout sticks. So let’s do what we
ought and give Him the glory for this winter story, praising Him for all that
He wrought.
