The hot wind hits my face as I go out the door. The heat is dry and heavy as I walk to the car.
The sky stretches around me dramatically and definitively reaching and touching the dry ground in every direction. The immensity engulfs me. I feel I can breathe deeply. Unencumbered. Open. Free.
The West Texas Sky.
In this vast desert land our treasure on the ground is the sky that touches it. In every direction. Deep. Blue. Lavender. The spectrum of oranges as the sun rises and sets.
God's artistry knows no bounds. His hand is evident everywhere. And I see Him here. Met Him here.
And for that this desert will forever be, for me, Holy Ground.
Where I learned His Name. Where I heard His Voice. Where I met His people.
The beginning for me. And thus always a part of who I am.
The memories. The smells. The sky.
All a part of yet another place I call home.