Providence on the Prairie 

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.