If there’s anything I miss about North Dakota,
it’s sunrises and the sunsets.
I don’t miss the snow, frost, and the biting wind.
I don’t miss the muddy roads, soggy hems, and the damp, cold wind.
I don’t miss the humidity, mosquitoes and the hot, dusty wind.
I don’t miss the late freezes, early snow and the leave-rattling wind.
In case ya’ didn’t notice,
I just described the four seasons of North Dakota.
Don’t get me wrong,
I was born and raised in North Dakota,
and have a fierce loyalty to the prairie state.
I just didn’t want to live there forever.
But every time I go back,
I wonder for a little while, why I wanted to leave in the first place.
Because there are some things I will never stop missing.
I miss the glorious colors of our Creator that burst over the horizon with the hope and promise of a new day.
I miss the brightness of this golden orb that followed
me throughout my entire day, even on the coldest winter day.
I miss the the sun on my face.
I miss knowing exactly when the day began by watching the sun greet it.
I miss knowing that as glorious as each sunrise was,
there would always the distinct possibility that tomorrow’s
could be brighter and more colorful.
To a Son-loving woman, the sun holds spiritual awe, glimmers of heaven that leak through the canopy over the earth
give me courage and strength for the day.
Because one day, when I finally leave the sorrows of earth for heaven,
it won’t be the sun lighting my world, it will be the Son.
I think He created it to remind us of He is the Light of the World.
And that’s what I miss the most about North Dakota.