When we lived in Dallas, the view of my daily drive was looking at someone’s bumper and passing by store after store, building after building. It was simply, a concrete jungle. Every now and then there would be that one spot in the middle of that jungle where someone had held onto their land and all you would see was pasture. Gorgeous green pasture. I loved looking at those pastures. In the midst of the chaos and stress, they were peaceful and calming.

These days, I don’t just live in the country. I live in the sticks, in the country. I don’t hear traffic. I don’t hear airplanes. I hear birds. I don’t see buildings, stores and concrete. I see pasture, trees and a dirt road. I see the beauty of God’s work. No chaos. No stress.