. . . when he didn’t get enough to eat and he poignantly said

This evening I am asking the same question, but it is not about food, or drink, or warmth, or any of the things that people crave.  I am not even asking that I be gifted with things.  I am saying the same word in a vastly different tone.  With a big sigh and a slump of my shoulders, I lift my head skyward and question Mother Nature about all the white stuff she is dumping on my house and yard.  Really Mother?  Another snowstorm?  More?   You got to be kidding! Image

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