I have fallen in love with this land. I grew up in the flatlands of Illinois, a place of towering cornstalks and blankets of green this time of year but it's nothing like this. The rolling hills, circles of hay dotting the horizon, bursting fields of canola yellow, even the overflowing sloughs that encroach on country roads. And then there's that North Dakota wind, a force simultaneously fierce yet gentle. Everywhere I look, I see God living and breathing through creation.