The Cowboy Trail

Photo: On the Cowboy Trail in cattle country, Alberta

I grew up in cattle country. How a country western/gospel music culture ever churned out an artsy-fartsy opera singer I’ll never know, but I can still sing country if I want to. This picture reminds me of the old song we sang around the campfire.

He owns the cattle on a thousand hills
The wealth in every mine,
He owns the rivers and the rocks and rills,
The sun and stars that shine,
Wonderful riches more than tongue can tell
He is my Father so they’re mine as well
He owns the cattle on a thousand hills
I know that He will care for me.

I’m still thinking about adoption and being loved and provided for by my heavenly Abba/Daddy. When He adopted me I became a full heir with access to all the riches of my Father’s kingdom. He’s still teaching me to use the gifts he has given responsibly, so that I might be an asset to my Father’s business, but I’m not a homeless street kid anymore.

God is good.

2 thoughts on “The Cowboy Trail

  1. Thanks, Beatrix. I get to drive this route whenever I visit my son and his family. This is about as dense as the population gets for about two hours. (We tend to measure distance in terms of time. It’s a Canadian thing.) Those dark spots are cows.

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