Living in the highlands gives you a million different views of God's masterpiece. Each bend in the road or stop along the trail gives another view that fights to be the best. Some of the best are in the mornings. The sun shines from above and behind the clouds... peaking out in such a way that makes you wonder how anyone could ever doubt His existence.
Big cities are few and far between out here. Some of the towns are not much more than a distant memory of their former glory. These are towns that lived and died by the railroads and factories. The towns that still have the railroad or the factory are hanging on. Like anywhere, there are plenty of reasons to feel blue, but the people... the people are still here and like anywhere... the people are what make the difference.
The hospitals, factories, and schools are filled with professionals who take pride in what they do, who they are and where they live.
Yesterday, we drove a ways and met a friend and her baby boy at a wonderful winery and had a picnic. Don't worry... we drank the baby's wine, too! :) We walked into the 'Tasting Room' which was located in a barn that was decked out with brass chandeliers and a large assortment of tables and chairs. We sat down at the bar and enjoyed the delicious fruits of the vineyard. We bought a bottle of white and found a spot downhill from the barn to set up our picnic. We laid down our blankets and sat down beneath the shade of cedar tree. The free-flowing conversation of friends is a greatness to behold.
There's a lot going on out here. I know I'll forget something, but I'll have more to share next week. Take care and God bless!
Peace,
Big Mac
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