As the song goes, “O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain . . ..”
Even if you’re like me (can’t carry a tune in a bucket), we need to stop our labors once in a while to revel in where we are in God’s creation.
Thanks to you, our readers, my farm business trips allow me to do just that. On Sunday morning, our class was singing “America, the beautiful.” And I was thinking back about my farm business trips during the last two…