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Gods Country


There is a highway that we travel sometimes.  It winds north of interstate through the beautiful canyons of western Kansas.  I call this highway the "road of my dreams.  I don't even know if my husband knows the real feelings of my heart when we drive that road.

I just love to set quiet and let my eyes take my heart to a place there on the canyons edge.  What would it be like to have a home there under that huge blue sky?

You can see for miles --- you see there are hardly no trees.  Only short sagebrush and soap weed cactus.  And that sky --- a soft blue with a milky type of cloud --- going on and on and on until it melts into the earth.

I can only imagine spending a day under that beautiful sky.  You see --- I don't really care for horses.  I prefer the four wheeler.  But you can't hear the beauty on one of those -- so we will  saddle up a horse.  Out we ride --- the sky is a dark blue and the sun is high over head.  On we go through the sage brush, the soap weed cactus and the grass.  Down ---down into the canyon.  Have you ever heard the turtledove's call -- or a meadowlark's song -- or a blue jaw's chatter?  Well listen close and you will hear it in the distance. 

We have come to one of the many windmills.  It stands tall there all alone.  The tank stands full ready for the cattle.  On we ride down through the canyon then up again toward home.  Oh did you see those white tailed deer?

Can you imagine the beauty of the sunset or the sunrise in this country that goes on forever?  You would have full view as God painted His picture every morning and every night.  Only God can change His sky to those beautiful shades of color.

So many times I am drawn to the night sky.   They hold out a secret beauty to me.  Where we live you can see lots of stars on a clear night -- but out here in Gods country ---wow!!! I set on the back porch and watch as the night comes on.  I look up and there in the huge heavens hang millions of stars -- clear as crystal.  All around me is hush.  You see there are no people --- just me, the coyote, the sage brush -- and God.  I look to the east and there hangs a big yellow ball they call the moon.  Oh listen --- a lone coyote calls to me from somewhere deep in the canyon.  As the moon climbs higher into the stars I just set there daring to breath .  The scene before me is breathtaking. 

This is what I call Gods country.  Somewhere nestled along a creek among these canyons is the 
childhood home of my sweetheart --- my husband.

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