Tuesday, February 14

I have always love the land.
I've been in big cities with buildings stretched toward heaven, wandered crowded museums, toured and explored in the places man has built.
But I love the land.
And admittedly wonder how people can love God and despise the creation He made.

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My children know that the smell of rain in the woods reminds me of camping, since every camping trip as a child was accompanied by rain.
And I loved it.

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When I was a girl, I'd trip and meander my way behind my dad into the woods, holding surveying stakes and tape and looking for old fence post corners and notches in trees.
I thought I'd be a surveyor too.


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Sitting by the creek up at camp this past weekend was drinking in a cup of the bitter with the sweet.  Toes in the cool creek, kiddos splashing and catching crayfish, Benjamin and I in the shade, while Sean hiked with friends and I thought about saying goodbye to the cabin that Sean built with sweat and friends and an old suburban.

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This world is not my home.  The places I go, the places I love, where I raise my children and then move on, bring new babies home and then move on, sleep under the stars and lean my head on Sean's shoulder beside campfires - all these are just stops along the sojourn






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