We’re on a trip to Texas this week. Leaving early this morning gave us uninterrupted time to watch the sun bring the day. Yesterday was such a difficult day, that just riding along in the pick-up watching fields and pastures roll by in their bright gold late winter colors was a balm for my weary soul. Deer and antelope paused as we passed. Driving through two windmill farms was like being a midget among giant silver flowers. Whenever we passed an old farmhouse, long abandoned, I wondered at the lives that were lived there and what happened to the families. My imagination runs wild whenever I get a chance to be the passenger on a road trip. Ending the day at the windmill museum in Lubbock was awesome. I’ll post some photos when we get back, or if I can figure out how to do it from my phone! Thanks to all of you who sent your thoughts and prayers yesterday. God is good.