Dusty Roads to the Heart

He woke to a freezing mist, but he was determined to go. after all he was to be married in three days. He flung his suitcase in the pickup, jumped in , and was gone. He was doing ok ..that is until he got to Bruster. The roads were getting worse. On he crept, he had to make it to Oakley. From there he would ride the rest of the way with his brother. He started up a hill and that is when it happened. He went into a spin and ended up in the ditch. He couldn't go back or forward. There was nothing else to do but walk to the closest house. Thank goodness for an old grain truck with chains on the tires!! The good old farmer pulled him up the hill and told him to drive slow!! Interstate was not far from here and it was clear. The bride was getting nervous...really nervous!! Would he be ok? Would he even get here?? Not only did she have that on her mind, but she had a suprise for him!! I mean a real suprise!! She had gotten a letter a few days ago. Her grandpa ha

"I dream of my own farm someday" he told her as they sat there in the moonlight.  "I dream of my own farm and you."  "But right now I don't dare hope to strong nor dream, not until my future gets figured out that is.  My number is 17 and I have passed my physical...so I don't know, you see. Her heart was breaking, so bad did she want to go with him, but no, he wouldn't hear of it.  Would she be one of those girls who sent "sweetheart" letters to her soldier across the miles...maybe oceans?  Would she be one of those girls who mentioned his name every night, hoping he keeps safe and would come home to her? He was her "cowboy" and lived on a ranch three miles from no where, therefore he didn't get a daily paper, nor did he listen to the news much.  He loved his open range, open skies, and free heart.  This army uncertainty was all new to him. "I understand that the war is drawing to an end and we were told just to wait a

The human heart is quite a beautiful machine really.  All these years, all these days, all these minutes, seconds, it has pumped and pumped...supplying blood to all parts of my body.  I once read that while I was still there inside my mother, a tiny group of cells started to beat bring me to life.  One of God's beautiful miracles. The human heart is wonderfully made.  I am so thankful for the life it allows me to enjoy every day.  But I have been thinking about the "heart" that is the very center of my soul and emotions.  The heart that causes me to love, to hate, to cry, to laugh, to care, to hurt. Have you ever looked into your brand new babies little face and completely fell in love?  Has your little grandchild looked up into you face and reached for your hand...and your heart stood still?  Have you ever heard your own named mentioned behind closed doors, and knew someone loved you enough to pray?  Has you husband reached for you hand, as he stood before his mother