Miles of Thanks

1447 miles traversed along God-spoken terrain,

weaving more thanks into this garland offering

with each silent turn of the odometer.

Giving God thanks across the miles,

mentioning His blessings along the way,

redefining drive time as thanksgiving time.

To my Father's thanksgiving wreath I add

these buds of loving gratitude.

White steeples dotting the American countryside

Crosses raised high, casting long shadows on rolling hills

For those committed to God, building churches in faith and love

The multitudes that fill each pew in worship

Ever-changing canvas of the sky

Spaces unspoiled by man

Harvested farm country

Black Michigan soil

Flurrying snowflakes

Unmatchable traveling buddies

Unspoken memories shared with a glance

Thank You, Father, that wherever I am, You are. Wherever these inner-eyes look for You, they see You. For blessing after blessing, mile after mile. Accept my thanks for Your giving.