I guess we bought a Dodge 2500 Cummins turbo diesel with off-road racing suspension so we could haul a twenty-eight foot airstream trailer around North America…and so I could race the sunset. While the sun was sinking tonight, I was rumbling up to the top of the West bench in Pocatello and mark my words people, I spared no speed.
Yes.
The sky was fire.
Yes.
I loved The Creator in the face of all that fire and
was not consumed or burned but set aflame with the glory of grace.
Yes.
I fell off the edge of the earth with Idaho as we all spun around
on axis and then dropped into the blue of night.
And it was good.
All the trite junk that can clutter life was stripped away and I was just a girl on the mountainside. All things ridiculous lost their grip on my heart and slowly untied were the tethers wound round my soul.
I could breathe again.
So I breathed deep.
Stretched out.
Called the dogs in to my side.
Sang out loud to spangle the skyline with stars and then remained quiet and silver in the moonlight.
We rise and set. We know order, despite the chaos of our hearts.
There is constant breaking and mending. Fixing and tending.
Such is life.
Such is life.
I like who I am.
I like who I am becoming.
I should watch more sunsets.
So should you.
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