I ran up to Cheyenne this evening. My brother, John, is back in the hospital. His heart again. Anyway, I had one of those "OMG" moments while driving north on I-25, just south of the Wyoming, Colorado border. The countryside is rather barren. Mostly gentle rolling hills covered with prairie grass. No trees, no houses, no people, nothing, just grass, wind and blue skies. Sometimes you will see antelope and a few cattle, mostly white face herefords. This evening, just as the sun was setting, I saw something I had only dreamt about. You would think it would be an everyday thing. Growing up in Wyoming,you would think this event would not surprise me. But it did. It was very common in the western plains before the white man moved in. It was a herd of buffalo grazing for their evening meal. I had seen paintings, even movies of this event. But, for the 1st time in my life, there it was. A large herd of buffalo, They are a majestic animal.
Please pray for John.