Going Home To Lubbock

As I drove and daydreamed my way down the central Texas highway...abutted on  both sides by the bristling brown brush and dry winter grass...I observed most exquisite pale blue sky, highlighted by a wispy white smearing of high cirrus clouds.  It was a display of the most awesome painting that touched the distant horizons in every direction.  Atop the high plains...mile after endless mile of dry furrowed fields  lie in wait for their blessing of rain.  I drove on...through the West Texas wind farms...with their tall proud sentinel like fans standing at attention, perfectly still in the midday calm.  Their majestic long blades held high as if to salute the maker of this most beautiful day.
Thank you Lord for skies of blue.
Thank  you for this day too.
Thank you for Your word so true.
 For all of this because of You.
Amen.