From Blizzard to Bliss

During the school day, a storm struck. Two sisters donned their wraps, then left with Teacher and the others. They trudged on and on in the cold, the snow blowing, blinding their eyes. After a long while of wandering through the whiteout, never sure of where they were, the older sister crashed into something—the corner of two walls, a building! The howling wind drowned out her call; she pulled down her icy muffler and screamed into the storm. The others had been unwittingly drifting toward the open prairie, but they finally heard her above the wind. Soon they all made it safely to their homes.

Their parents helped the girls out of their frozen wraps. They shivered by the stove, sipping hot ginger tea, slowly growing warm and comfortable, happy to be home. Could heaven be as blissful as this? Yes—but better and forever.