It's one of my favorite drives through this native state of mine - past fields of corn and sugarcane and through a handful of struggling farming communities without shopping malls and overpasses and multiple exits to fantasy lands.
It's where life is real - where we come face to face with the poverty of rural life and where the consequences of sin can be seen in the wandering souls held captive behind prison's coils of razor-wire...
...surrounded by the beauty of Creation in the rich black muck around the Big O where sugarcane flourishes and thick, rain-nourished carpets of green rustle in April's breezes...
But more than anything else, it's a drive that leads me to people I love dearly - and the newest sweet miracle in all creation...
Wyatt Michael Orin Hunter
And now we thank you, our God,
and praise your glorious name.
