Kansas: The Land of Ahs

On Sunday afternoon I drove from Kansas City to Wichita for a funeral—a trip that I have made on numerous occassions. Call me crazy, but I could make that trip every day! Interstate 35 takes you right through the Flint Hills (no, Kansas is NOT flat!) and there are miles of the drive where you see nothing but the landscape, a handful of trees, and some cattle. Oh, and LOTS and LOTS of sky! I had a nice chat with God and He assured me that this is one of his favorite spots as well. The only thing better than the drive on Sunday afternoon was the return trip on Monday afternoon and another nice chat with the One Who created those amazing Flint Hills. (I know what you’re thinking—“Fr. Tim must be on the payroll for the Kansas Tourism Bureau!) Heck, I’d gladly work for them, but they wouldn’t have to pay me anything—just let me, every so often, drive through the Land of Ahs.

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[effie]

Father, It really struck me about your having a nice chat with God on your trip through the Flint Hills.I think I need more chats with God. Effie