Dear West Texas, You are flat. Like see 2 miles down the road flat. You are full of dust and dirt. You give new meaning to the word windy. Tumbleweeds are for real. You stink. Literally. You often either smell of feed lot or oil fields. Oh and, Could you please make up your mind about the weather? One day you are hotter than you know where, and the next I'm shoveling out our suburban from under 8 ft. of wind blown snow. You aren't much to look at, really. Yes, I said it aloud. Or wrote it, rather. You’re pretty ugly. Except for those sunsets. Yes, those are the best. And still, in your hands you hold my most favorite childhood memories. Of summers gone by too quickly. Of cousin shenanigans... painting the "H" house, four wheeler rides, climbing into the forbidden cotton bins, and "running away." You are a treasure trove of memories for me. And now, my kiddos as well.
"We show people Jesus only when we show them grace and truth. Anything less than both is neither." ~Randy Alcorn