Big texas spaciousness-sky country, the word grandeur. Father, Himself enjoying being big.
Coffee-graced conversationed morning..amy and i, dreaming in sweeping strokes rolling down the plains in Him together again. Long lapses of silence, prairies of praises, spokes of time,
holiday people’s faces- and so many dusted structures created by man rusted in wind…then, His Ways roll in again-GOLD, OIL, GLORY, HERE-what He hid, what He revealed…how He is, what we will be…Keys in my pocket, i barely recognize, me. This grand graciousness. The full scope of a single thought laid bare–texas.

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