... on those back roads over the weekend, including all those U turns when I would realize that I was getting farther away, rather than closer, to where I wanted to be. Lots of farm land, with neat rows of planted crops stretching out to the horizon with tall pines in the distance. Dark green healthy fields of corn standing tall, vast acres of soybeans with leaves rustling in the summer breeze, growing in the bright sunshine.
Tidy little country churches, with cemeteries close by holding devoted generations of members. Sitting along country roads, peacefully awaiting occupying members to appear each Sunday morning. One congregation somewhere in my driving to and fro had chosen the name of: "Exceedingly Grateful Ministry."
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