This sense of
self, I think everyone senses this after reaching home, whether they have
been away for a week or a month. I know
when we traveled in our motorhome, although enfolded in our ‘homestuff’, there
would be the proverbial ‘aaaahhhh’ the first night back at home with no limitations of legroom
nor strides. As on Monday evening of our
return, the bed pillows hugged us in reassurance and contentment.
But how fortuitous for all of us to be living in this America. As with our ancestors who challenged these shores and crafted their lives, families and towns from the wildernesses, so we have taken these precious freedoms to broaden our lives with the adventures of exploring these United States.
Where else can you get-up-and-go to the next state, the other side of the country or to either ocean and discover the distinctiveness of the area’s story; its founders and challenges of growth and discovery; its highest highs to its lowest decline. And all along feeling a connection to this piece of ground and the people so long gone.
During this trip to the west, we could not help but marvel
at the flawless miracle of God’s touch; the hues of autumn water colored across
the foothills of massive mountain ranges; the simplicity of horses and bovine
grazing; the splendor of watching eagles gracefully soar in the azure blue
skies.
Life is Short…. Enjoy the Ride
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