I took a notebook and jotted this on my way to the big city today, sorry so late getting it blogged. Also I'm sorry I haven't gotten your comments as some of you have told me you have been leaving for me. I uploaded a new comment form and hopefully this one will let me see your comments. I've not been able to get any so far.
We've reveled in the warm spring like weather the past week or so, it has been grand. Today we are making one of our seemingly never ending runs to Amarillo. We are like the long stretch of highway in constant need of patch and repair. Trips to Amarillo are a regular thing for doctor visits or medicine . The sky above us looks like a great blue bowl turned down over the brown prairie grass, still dead from winter's icy kill. Clouds spreading across the blue sky bring hope of rain to quench the parched prairie.
We've passed several blackened spots where careless motorist tossed out a burning cigarette and winds spread the flames with a vengeance. Over 70 homes have been destroyed and thousands of acres. With 70 mile an hour wind gust it is impossible to contain these fires, the only hope is prevention. In the distance we see the smoke of a grass fire burning, I just hope it is open range and no one loses anything. Fire season is a part of living in the prairie lands. Soon the spring storms will come and these prairies will turn a lovely green, wild flowers will pop up and God will paint a new picture on this old canvas. With spring storms comes the threat of tornadoes, in Louisiana it was hurricanes. Life holds its challenges where ever you go I suppose.
When we first began to make our trips over here to visit the grandchildren, I called this place God forsaken. Now He has changed my heart and I love His wide open spaces. I never dreamed I'd leave my beloved Louisiana, the rivers, the streams and the moss hung trees, green things growing everywhere. It was my life and my heart for 55 years. When God laid it on my heart to move to be near my grandchildren, He not only took away the pain of leaving my comfort zone, He gave me a love for wide open spaces. You've never really seen a sunrise or a sunset until you've seen one Texas style with no trees to block your view.
The following poem I wrote about my love for Louisiana, who knew I'd ever leave my sweet county home there.
INVISIBLE ROOTS
Soft as velvet to the touch, the petal of the rose,
Soft against my skin, the morning breeze that blows.
Majestic is the mighty tree, reaching to the sky,
Majestic are the clouds so gently drifting by.
I listen to music from frogs, crickets and birds,
God's song is playing the sweetest music ever heard.
An orange ball of fire rises from a gray-dawn haze,
The sunrise, it always does amaze.
No highway noises, no city sounds,
Living in the country where peace and quiet abounds.
You may not see my roots but they are there,
Binding me to county life and the smell of country air.
The city I'll visit once in a while,
When I need groceries or clothes to keep in style.
A day in town on those times that I do roam,
Make me oh so thankful for my county home sweet home.
Romans 8: 38-39 For I am persuaded, that neither death, not life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
