travelers

my husband comes from a long line of farmers

ancestors who traveled from Germany to lay claim on the Nebraska prairie

planting corn and wheat

building homes and barns

laying down roots. growing seeds and people

when i walk these prairies, i always get a strong sense of the ebb and flow of life. oceans of wheat representing waves of generation after generation...as far as my eye can see

the reaping, the sowing.  people's greatest joys and deepest sorrows, all laid out before me

it's almost like God uses the great expanse of land and sky to remind me that I am traveling well-worn paths

and i feel very small

and very loved



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photo: visiting great-grandpa, 2003 -- Pee Wee smiled and said "the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."  95 years of traveling, he was ready to finally go home.

farewell kind friends whose tender care
has long engaged my love
your fond embrace i now exchange
for better friends above