THE WINDOWS OF HEAVEN

It's been years since I've thought of the old Sunday School chorus: "The Windows of Heaven are open, The blessings are falling tonight." That is, I hadn't thought of it until Sunday afternoon when I heard Tippy, our cat, singing his version of the song. It was something about the windows of Heaven being opened with large, fat snowflakes lazily falling in humongous proportions!

You see, we don't have snow here very often, but Sunday was an exception. It was one of those beautiful, beautiful snowfalls with the large flakes drifting down in abundance ever so slowly. I used to love walking in such a snow. And had I not been recuperating from this head cold that is still hanging on tenaciously, I would have taken Tippy outside to see his reaction there.

The way it was, he jumped up on the kitchen counter (shame! shame!) to try to figure it out. Then he made a mad dash to the dining room, jumped up on a chair and looked out the picture window. That's when I heard him begin to sing as his little head looked up in the sky, followed the fluffy flakes all the way to the ground and then stared at what is usually green grass. (Don't tell me cats don't know colors!) His little head kept going up and down, up and down as the snow continued to fall, then land on the ground. He was so cute. But, then, I'm prejudiced!

That little chorus, as I recall, ends with "I'm feasting on manna from Heaven, and that's why I'm happy tonight!"

Well, I'm feasting on hamburger soup tonight! That, too, makes me happy! Ever make the stuff? Brown a pound of hamburg and dump it in the crock pot. Add a can of undiluted mushroom soup and a pound of frozen veggies. Salt and pepper to taste and have yourself a feast. (You can cook it in a regular pan on top of the stove, but then you have to stir it now and then and make sure it doesn't burn! So I prefer the crock pot!)

One of these days I'll get back to blogging devotions! I'm just not in the mood right now!

Preacher's Kid
P.S. The snow only lasted about 24 hours!