I miss the tobacco fields and tall rows of corn more on some days then others. I imagine driving out of Holly Springs parking lot and not being able to see the highway for the corn being so tall. We've decided that one thing that makes living in this city so difficult is that simply, it is a city.
Convenience is desired and malls are wonderfully air conditioned but something about rice fields and breathing the country air is glorious. Glorious because the fields seem to go on forever and sing to the creator of the fields, of the sky, and of the heavens. It seems they sing to the One who is absolutely perfect, who deserves every beautiful song.
I thank Him for the rice fields, and as much as I wish I could be what I call home, I thank Him for bringing me here, and hope that more than just rice will satisfy the people of this land.