Dear Wild Prairie,How I love to see God work in you. I love to watch Him change and renew you. On an April morning, I walk between two rusty gate posts into the past. The house once built here by homesteaders is gone. Steps, which a child once sat on to pout lay discarded on their... Continue Reading →

Dear Wild Prairie,How I love to see God work in you. I love to watch Him change and renew you. On an April morning, I walk between two rusty gate posts into the past. The house once built here by homesteaders is gone. Steps, which a child once sat on to pout lay discarded on their... Continue Reading →

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