It’s been almost 15 years since we moved from Kansas to Wisconsin. I remember when my husband called me after his job interview with the news that we would soon be moving.

“They asked me if you want to come here, before I take the job, to see if you like Wisconsin!”

I did not have to see it. I knew I would love it.

“Do they have a tree up there?”, I asked jokingly.

“Honey, you won’t believe how beautiful it is here!”

My eyes could not get their fill when we finally drove through Wisconsin’s picturesque countryside for the first time. Lakes and rivers, hills and farmland, and trees, lots and lots of trees sprawled out along the way. I remember a prayer I prayed often in those days.

“God, don’t ever let my heart get so used to the beauty, that I won’t see it anymore!”

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