By SUE SEIBERT
How wonderful it was this past week to hear the sound of rain and to see it pouring from the sky. Our drought of the past few years, while not at an end by any means, has certainly been chased into the background for at least a little while. God is good.
We are hardy Texans, and we know that there will be another drought and another, for that is what it’s like living in West Texas. Of course, we are a hardy breed – at least those of us who have been here for a while – and we know we can weather just about anything for a little bit.
We have weathered drought, fires, tornados, huge hail and straight winds that would knock down a less strong people. But, no, we are Texans, and West Texans at that, and we have seen it all come and go.
We can withstand the governmental fools who try to tell us what to do, but we bow our backs and keep on keeping on no matter what the trouble. As I said, we are a hardy breed.
This arid land has made us strong over the years. It has taught us that we can withstand all that is given to us, and more. And, it has made our faith in God that much more real because He has give us the strength and fortitude to do whatever we need to do to survive.
I think I have told you about the book I recently read, “The Time it Never Rained,” by Elmer Kelton. I cannot emphasize enough how much this book speaks to the enduring situation of these hardy souls we are and with whom we live. It speaks to our ability to stand up for what we believe and to fight for what we know is right. It speaks to the soul of people like us who grew up or now live in this unforgiving land.