The Gift of an Evening
Life can throw so many little things our way and eventually they build up to an overwhelming tumult. I need a break, an opportunity to clear my head and so I head out for a country drive in the early evening. The prairie calls my name and I head north, past the small farming communities and out to the open grassland between Greeley and Cheyenne, Wyoming.
There is something about the wide open spaces of the high plains, the peace of them, the calm on an evening like this, that touches me deeply. Thunderstorms and blizzards can rage across the prairie doing their worst, and still the land remains, little changed. Heat and drought can burn the surface to a crisp, but in God's good time, the rain comes and soon the prairie once again turns green and lush and filled with life.
What a gift to breathe the free moving air, listen to the sound of a distant meadowlark, the sound of wind in my ears, to be witness to such a magnificent sunset and to have a few precious minutes alone with God. Out here I feel my rightful place in this world, where the sky seems endless and the great mountains to the west are reduced to blips on the horizon, where God and his creation take precedence and I and my petty issues become as insignificant as they really are. It's good to put things in perspective from time to time.
As I walk back to the car, the indigo velvet blanket of dusk slowly covers the land, the light fades and I leave for home, my soul soothed.
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