I long for the quiet solitude of the remoteness of my true home...Where I can feel the Voice of God upon the wind as it stirs the desert grasses, bends the thorny branches of the mesquite and sweeps the dust across the land for miles...Where I can stand, looking out over a draw and miles beyond, seeing nothing, yet seeing so very much...Where the white hawk takes flight, flying low before me, making eye contact as it glides by in search of it's next meal...Where the sun rises on any given morning, painting the Eastern sky as only the Hand of God can do, taking my breath away while instilling me with promises of yet another day to live, to love, to laugh, to hope...Where the sun slowly settles in the West, as God's Hand paints another masterpiece that reminds me that He is still in control, and blessing me with the knowledge that He gave me yet another day to live on this earth...Where the night skies are filled with a million stars and the Milky Way reminds me of just how big my God truly is...Where the wind lies down at night to rest, soft breezes caressing my tired body to sleep, like a mother comforting her child...
It is a lonely place, yet I never feel alone there. It is a place I feel I am supposed to be...I love to arrive there, always hate to leave...and when I am done with this body and my life on this earth is complete, I pray my ashes will be scattered across this land by the wind that I love so deeply!
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