Originally written: October 10, 2015
Loudonville Fair Day. It should be a national holiday according to my husband. Someone called last night to offer us OSU tickets. I looked at my husband as he weighed them out with his hands.
OSU? Fair? OSU? Fair?
No contest, he said, as the hand representing the fair scaled towards the ceiling.
And it did not disappoint. We rode down with some dear friends. The girls rode in the van and Brian and the boys jumped in their Suburban. We made it in time to catch some of the livestock sale and then made our way down the fairway to grab some lunch. It was a beautiful day, perfect for the fair, perfect for fellowship with our friends and Brian’s family.
But the best part of the day was on our way back to the farm after it was all said and done. As we turned to head up the hill (I opted for Grandma Allerding’s apple pie rather than a fair dessert), the sky lit up with the Lord’s majesty. You could see the brush stroke of cloud where He’d painted the blue with a streak of pink. The hills rolled out before us, and I was reminded of just how BIG our God is. I am so thankful for the reminder. At the risk of sounding too cliché: it actually took my breath away.
