Out Our Way: It's Friday - but Sunday's coming! - Psalm 31:9-16

Out our way, there are many things that give a lift to the heart. The smell of lilacs in May, the sight of Saddle Butte in the early morning, Charlie and me riding the Tiger Ridge looking for strays, and, of course, the sound of the meadowlarks.

Some of you may recall that story I tell about being caught in a blizzard down in Wyoming on a back road. The nearest town was 50 miles away and my car started having engine problems. Turns out the highway patrol had closed the road after I had turned on it just after leaving Cheyenne on my way to Torrington. Anyway, there was no traffic but me out...