Authentic Compassion

Friday, April 1, 2011

One Reason to Live on Buhlaland

Recently we had business north of Fort Worth and travel during "rush hour" for city folks. Kindest part was being behind a Texas State Trooper for part of the drive (strange how much more polite drivers are with an officer of the law in their vicinity). You see our GPS (thank you again April and Reese for a very thoughtful gift). The rush, difficult traffic transitions and occasional heart pounding near misses by drivers determined to share our lane of the road - defying laws of physics which say two objects cannot occupy same space at same time - resulted in a psalm of praise when we returned to our quiet place in the world.

Psalm 16: 5 LORD, you alone are my portion and my cup;
you make my lot secure.
6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance.
7 I will praise the LORD, who counsels me;
even at night my heart instructs me.
8 I keep my eyes always on the LORD.
With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.

Yes it is GOOD on Buhlaland and we are grateful "rush hour" is when it is time to feed the dogs and goats!


Paula said...

I know what you're talking about, Linda Sue! I don't even like leaving the comfort and safety of home to go to the grocery store anymore... it's just too doggone scary!!
Glad you made it back from your trip safe and sound.

Pam said...

I am totally with you on that one! Talk about stressful! Glad you made it back in one piece!

Dani said...

As you know..we have to travel for miles for work..and your photo looks very familiar....always glad to get home to our peaceful little town, away from the hustle and stress..unfortunately, its getting crowded on the roads here too...

Lanny said...

Ahhh yes the farm "rush" hour - very thankful, I would much rather endure that than just about anything!

Deanna said...

SWEET Spring blessings to you!

God bless,
d from homehaven in kansas

Thistle Cove Farm said...

Rush hour is supper time around here. I try to avoid auto rush hour; it's just to dang scary to get caught up in the madness.