With an Holy Calling

The blizzard came swiftly and unexpectedly upon Mother Vandeman and Herbie that early spring morning as they were on their way home from Aurickaree Creek. In moments, the countryside was shrouded in deep, billowy drifts of snow. The horses floundered. Mother and son lost all sense of direction. They had to keep going somehow. Eventually, too cold and too exhausted to go on, Herbie sank down into the snow and lay still. And then Mother Vandeman felt the solid wall of the house.
Once they were...