Keeping the West Alive

                             

 

Today, I decided to rearrange our living room. I do that quite
frequently…I like change. As I took a studded leather piece of art
down from the wall, I noticed the hand written words from the artist
that read, “Keep the West Alive,” I was undone by those words.
Something in my heart was stirred…I let the tears flow.

 

Now these were not tears of sadness, but rather a deep sense that God
was at work…I felt a deep appreciation for the years we spent in the
West. Kirk and I both loved so many things about Colorado…

The mountains,  the rivers, the piercing blue sky, the ranches, the wild flowers, the friends, the dream…

 

I am still processing what this means, but gratitude seems to come to
my mind as I am reminded of God’s faithfulness. 

As I look out my kitchen window, I’m watching our two horses standing
side by side.  Doc is now back at our place grazing in the pasture
with his new friend Penny, a fifteen year old Belgian mare. (more
about Penny in our next blog). The grass is so green, the wild flowers
are starting to come up, our garden is freshly tilled waiting to be
planted… We have gatherings in our home with family and friends, and in my heart…I still have my dream!

My heart is at rest and I am at peace. I will forever be “Keeping the
West Alive” today and always, as it is part of our journey and part of
God’s plan. 

As always,

Hope Remains!

Kathy

” We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” T.S. Elliot

 

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