By the 10th, everyone's prayers were working, he was recovering well and was going home the next day.
Julie #1 (my friend, and at one point we worked together, if you want THAT backstory let me know) had a close relationship with her father. When he passed away, she found a heart similar to this on top of his casket. In the years since, she's found them scattered around whenever she's needed a bit of encouragement.
When I went out to feed that morning, my Heritage breed Campine (pronounced kam-peen) hens had scratched this up. You can see the hens in the background, as well as the--at that time--still frozen ground.
I quickly texted this picture to her. She responded something along the lines of "Lord, don't take my husband yet!" My reply was that it was a reassurance that all would be well. Her Father was watching over her, just as He'd watched over and protected those hens through the winter storm. He loves us ever so much more, as we're created in His image. No worries then, all is well.
