Describe your most ideal day from beginning to end.

When I was a young girl growing up we used to sing the song “Home on the Range.”

Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Where the air is so pure and the zephyrs so free
And the breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright.

How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars
I stand there amazed and I ask as I gaze
Does their glory exceed that of ours?

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day…

An ideal day for me would be to sit peacefully on the front porch of a cabin in the mountains where “the air is pure” and the breeze is light. Where the gentle wind of kindness whispers encouragement and hope to the discouraged.

There sitting on the porch an amazing burst of insight clears the fog from my mind. The daily burdens of caring for a mother with dementia can temporarily be forgotten for just a little. Just enough to fill the empty vessel I have become with new energy, compassion and thankfulness.

Time alone with God in the stillness of the beauty He created is an ideal day for me.