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Home is where the heart is, but she just couldn't wait to get out of this God forsaken land. Jane's husband was a building contractor and this around they were in the desolate New Mexico desert. Sure, they had a nice house, but you couldn't enjoy it with the wind constantly blowing. Dirt devils were all too common and you could rarely find a day to open the windows and let fresh air in. But every day, just as the sun crept low in the sky all would still, long enough for you to grab a rocker on the back porch and watch the sunset. That was the one thing she admired about the desert, the beautiful colors caused by the dirt particles in the air. It looked as if God took his paint brush and smeared soft streaks around. The subsiding winds rested long enough to honor the dying light and then the temperatures would drop so drastically that you'd best find shelter and warmth. Even in the summer the desert became an icebox at night. For miles, as far as the eye could see, nothing dotted the horizon; the land was barren and no vegetation existed. They were blessed to have a well that had a mysteriously abundant supply of pure water. (.M.Ja.18.10.) Until they could return to the wonderful and green Northwest, she settled to be satisfied and grow where she was planted. Idaho was where they had left behind their hearts and dear precious friends and loved ones. How could one not desire for a land where color is abundant and natural lakes are plentiful. You could actually enjoy being out of doors and breathe air without fear of choking to death. It was a glorious land that Jane missed tremendously. But she daily chose to be happy and a pleasant person, rather than bitter. Shouldn't we all decide to be a joyous person, whom is the sunlight in a cloudy and gloomy world.
Through Christ I can do all things.