Hello Indiana

Surrounded by rolling hills and nestled in the foothills of the Smokies, the mountains were framed in a majestic timeless view. I can recall thinking I would never leave, yet there were times I wondered what life might be like outside of the valley. In those reflective moments I didn’t think once about the Northwest. I felt the flat acres of land held no mystery, and the openness seemed vastly expansive with the invitation for the harsh elements of the wind and snow’s fury.  I could recall living in Indiana as a child and seeing the snow turn to gray, staying for weeks at a time.  The Middle would not be an option, marked by past recollections…nope…never in a million years… 

So…Indiana…God brought me to you, a place where logic is not in His vocabulary and my name is tacked on to the end. 

Oh Indiana …you are a spiritual reminding place where a single vivid flower springs forth on a cold windy day, standing alone… swaying in victorious unison to God’s praise, unwavering in the wind, teaching me the same praise in the middle of His purpose.           

Indiana, where snow covers the plains, pine trees are frosted white and His love envelopes me in the dead of winter, where life is resurrected from the bitter frozen ground along with purposes and trust.            

Indiana…forgive me for the limited views inside the confines of my mind…God’s will is good and along with the expansive plains of His creation…. life holds no boundaries where God’s hand leads…<3