As of this writing, shortly before sunrise, my cell phone tells me it feels like -23º. These conditions have been on repeat, like a broken record. I must admit, we've been in full survival mode—crossing our fingers that the pipes don’t freeze or that we don’t lose power. But it looks like this morning is the low point. All I can say is, we are more than ready for the next season.
There’s one more thing I want to address as we push through this bitter cold season. Many of you are facing difficult losses. I can relate. When my own grief became too much to carry alone, I reached out for help. I made the phone call. But somehow, my plea fell through the cracks.
When you feel frozen in place, unable to find outside help, the situation can seem hopeless. I didn’t think I had enough tools in my toolbox to recover. But the good news? I’m beginning to feel like my old self again.
To my support people—thank you for your prayers, your encouragement, and your kindness. It made all the difference.
Wishing you all a great day.
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