A Gentle Whisper
Last updated 6/23/2022 at 9:30am
The sun was shining as we drove away from our home one Friday morning. The roads were dry; the sky was blue. Driving west through the prairies, watching the grasses blow in the breeze, you could almost hear a gentle whisper in the air.
My view from the passenger seat maintained this prairie panorama for countless hours as we passed through Alberta and into Saskatchewan. About 30 minutes west of Brandon, the weather changed to blowing snow. This caused a white out and hid the ice on the roads.
There are many reasons I give thanks to God for Todd. His calm, capable driving skills are now an...
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