One of my greatest God-given blessings was to be a cowboy’s wife, even now: old and without much of our own, tired and retired, and stuck living in town-what a good life it was, what a privilege and blessing all those years out on the prairie with my cowboy. How I miss all that open sky, Heaven so close and prayer so simple.
Prayer that timely rains would come and nuture the grass that in turn would grow up good weighty cattle. Prayer to know how best to serve the humble cow, how to work together with each other and with our partners: the horses, the dogs, and our Mother, Nature. Prayer for a kind heart and a noble character worthy of Home.
Grass and sky, there’s nothing better.