One of these days I hope to have pictures up for you to see our place, but in the meantime my reasons for loving the country go way back to where I can't identify them. Some errant gene since I was raised in the city. I longed for horses and the spaces to accommodate them ever since I was a young child.
The beauty of pastures, acreage, unobstructed skies, less night lights which give way to the natural array of starlight and moon glow. The quiet of a dark night unfiltered and not yielding to the sound of traffic and airplane travel. The clear views of sunrises and sunsets. The different terrains in patchwork patterns across large areas with smaller roads weaving in between them leading to a less bustling inner city. A short trip to a bigger city – all access without the pace and population.
Just a few reasons why I love the country . . .
God, it's hard for my family to believe we're here. You did this. Amazing grace. Let us always honor you with this place. As always, we're desperate for you and thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
Into the Fire 
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