A Quiet Winter Evening

It is January, the clouds are hugging us... They fill the valley and hover over the valley as if they are a blanket covering a child. It sounds wonderful except for the lack of sunshine and fresh air.
Some would think of this as a welcome change from the cool brisk winter breeze that stings your checks and frosts your hair.
It is Utah, and the foot of the rocky mountains.
The horses are quiet, the dogs are quiet, and all is still. Not a star in sight.
There is no smell of fire wood burning, since the air control. It is now known as a red burn day. My grandfather would have been so confused.

Ideas are running through my head. New things to bake and cook. Plans of a new bookcase in a small room, and what to do when the kids go to school and the husband goes to work. (trying hard NOT to think of the looming housework).

I have long played all of my games on Facebook, glanced at the news sites, and looked at my email.
Chased a raccoon off the steps that was after a cat. and taken one last look at the horses eating their supper.

How blessed I am. How blessed my family is. I live in a state of the Last of the Cowboys. The real cowboys, and the mountain man. They are a dying breed and a part of history that our children will never know.

News headlines are sad.
The lack of human care, with their pretty words and lack of action and honesty. People tell others what they want to hear, not the truth.

Where did Honesty, integrity, morals and values go?
Times are not what they were. A mans word was his word. Something so precious and valiant. Now a lie is a common occurrence.

In the west people were shot for a lie. but here now in America you just get used to listening to it.

I pray for peace, for love, for freedom, and for relief from unrighteous power.
God bless us. Jesus help us. As sleep falls over and the dream of a new day is fast in coming and a few hours over the horizon.