ALONG THE ROAD OF LIFE

Posted on by michellethurman2344

There is so much to see along the road of life; trees growing on a hillside, a bridge crossing over a river, fields of grain, vineyards, deserts and mountains and so much more. When you go on a road trip you never know what you might see around the next curve or over the next mountain. In this great country of ours you can see almost every kind of landscape there is depending on the part of the country you are traveling in. I’ve seen harbors with great ships, wide open prairies and snow capped mountains. I’ve seen vast deserts with layers of color; wide horizons and narrow mountain passes with lush, forest covered slopes. I’ve seen farmland and wide vistas of land not tamed. I’ve seen small towns ranging from tiny hamlets to bustling farm towns full of country time flavor and cities with millions of people living and working in buildings that rise dozens of floors above the ground.

It’s all beautiful. It’s all wonderful to explore. But, my world has grown a bit narrow in these days of retirement. Not only is the budget a lot smaller, but between doing repairs and remodeling on the house my sister and I share and dealing with more animals than we thought we would ever have, life has become more confined.

Travel has been almost non existent in my world over the past two years, with the exception of visits to my daughter in Colorado. With all the COVID restrictions and prices going up, travel just hasn’t had the same appeal it had in the past and I don’t know if that will change anytime soon. So, I have to be content with all the photographs I have of past trips. And doing little remodeling jobs around the house; trying to get my yard into shape (which is a losing battle this year), and just trying not to get discouraged.

Along the road of life in daily living, daily events and day to day functions has been a study in faith because seeing what is happening in the world around me in politics, economics and world conditions is enough to fill a person with despair if they don’t have faith that God is still on His throne. I keep putting my faith in Him and trusting all that He has been saying to the church about our future and His plans to save our nation. I look at the photographs I have of past journeys and I see all that beauty just waiting for people to notice and I wonder if the world collapses from the evil of our leadership will it still be there for my children; or their children?

So I stop listening to what the world is pushing with their “woke” agendas and their propaganda for government to step in and control our lives, and I put my faith and my trust and my hope in God. He has declared that America shall be saved. He has told us that He is breaking strongholds and turning things around for us and I choose to believe Him. My Hope is built on nothing less than Jesus and His righteousness!! We will see our country great again!

    Published by michellethurman2344

    I was born in California, but both my parents were born in different areas of rural Oklahoma. My father grew up on a small cattle ranch and my mother grew up in the hills of eastern Oklahoma near the Ozark Mts. Both were born in the 1920's when Oklahoma was still more a part of the 1800's than the twentieth century so I like to say I was born of parents who were the last generation born during the old west. Their old west roots had a huge impact on my childhood. I spent the first three years of my life on my Granny's chicken farm. She was my father's grandmother and she owned 60 acres of alfalfa which she rented out and lived on three acres of barnyard where she raised chickens. There was some electricity, but no indoor plumbing outside of a faucet in the kitchen. The toilet was down the boardwalk in a small shed...in other words...an outhouse. The shower was a room under the water tank in the pumphouse. Granny's little three room house was the only painted building on the property. Everything else was raw, unpainted wood including the two room house my parents lived in. And I loved living on that little farm where I pretty much had free run of the barnyard and sometimes even wandered into the fields surrounding it. The town where I was born is along the Colorado River in the middle of the California desert and across the river from the Arizona desert and while we did live there for the first 12 years of my life, we moved a lot due to my father's employment. He was a big equipment operator and we moved to where the work took him, but usually only six months of the year then we moved back to our hometown. We moved to Northern California in 1958 and I have lived here ever since. I am a mother, a grandmother, have one great-grandchild and recently retired. I am divorced and now live with my youngest sister. My sisters and I like to cruise and take road trips. I am enjoying my life.

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