I had the honor of being able to sing a duet that evening, but most thrilling of all was to be able to direct a women's choir of about 60 voices, all seated in the four corner choir lofts. What sweet, uplifting and spirit filled moments those were. I made Mark take a picture of me before I left the house as a remembrance of this monumental experience. Who'd ever thought? Our mission gets more exciting all the time. The women sounded like angels as they sang.
I am going to post again in a few days and wish you a Merry Christmas too. But I want a picture of all the snow we have out at the Johnson Farm first and it has been too cold to stand out in the blowing, snowing freezing temperatures long enough to take a picture. We have lots of snow and the winter has not officially even begun. There was so much on top of the Restroom, (which has a long slanted metal roof) that when it warmed just a little bit, it all slid off, taking the outside light and part of the rain gutter with it. Glad I wasn't standing under it when it landed.