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The Christmas story is one we all know well. A little babe was born in a manger filled with hay, and a bright star guided shepherds and wise men from afar to bask in his glory.
I heard an old story of a woman who had the habit of cutting both ends off the roast before popping it into the oven to bake. One day her daughter asked her, “Mom, why do we cut the ends off the roast before we cook it?
As I look out my window this year, fresh snow weighs down green bushes. It’s an interesting paradox: snow weighing down plants that still look alive but are dormant.
I’m never quite prepared for the first frost. Everything is green and wonderful one day, and the next day it is brown and wilting. I often think of the pioneers during this season of the year and say a little prayer of thanks that I live today and not a hundred years ago.
It started as an idea while milking cows in the fall of 2019. Wisconsin dairy farmer Angie Feider recalls today with extreme clarity that initial moment in the barn when she says God spoke firmly onto her heart.
