Significance is relative

 You might see a narrow dirt road.  If that's what you see, this image probably has very little significance to you.  I see the road that leads to the upper pasture; the road that we took to see the herd of horses at Cran-Hill for the very first time.  There were so many beautiful horses and Ellie was dying to get out of the car and stand at the gate to get a closer look.  She was 13 and her head was full of horse dreams.  Now we travel this dirt road frequently and every time we do one of those horse dreams moves from her head to her reality.  Thank you, Lord for this dirt road.  

You might see an old corn crib.  If that's what you see, this image probably has very little significance to you.  I see a corn crib just like one that set on my Grandpa and Grandma's farm.  Grandma and I passed this corn crib on our way out to the garden to pick dill for the pickles she was canning.  That corn crib was the back drop to my days as a Rosebush girl.  The first time I saw this corn crib at the Ranch, the farm-girl that had been buried (or maybe just tucked away) came to life again.  Thank you so much for this corn crib, Lord.

 It's not a fantastic photo. You may just see the backsides of two horses and the backs of two kids.  But it's a brother and sister who share a love for horses.  It's a teenage girl who takes time to trail ride with her little brother and it's a pre-teen boy who's not too cool to trail ride with his big sister.  It's a result of what Jesus can do for relationships within a family.  Thank you, Jesus for their friendship.