where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain,
And the wavin’ wheat can sure smell sweet, When the wind comes right behind the rain……..
I am in Oklahoma – Locust Grove, OK to be exact. About 45 minutes east of Tulsa (in case you are not familiar with where that is)
That means that I am about an hour and a half from the Pioneer Woman. (I think I just might drive up to her ranch and go meet her.)
Or I could go about an hour and see the Duggers. All 19 of them!
Speaking of Pioneer Woman, you need to check out my nieces blog. The Glamorous Life of a HouseWife. (She is also from Oklahoma)
Or I could go to Shawnee, Ok and visit my distant cousins and family members. That’s right, my roots are planted in Oklahoma! My dad was born and raised in Oklahoma and moved to California when he was older elementary age. I lived in Oklahoma when I was a young girl and my brother Thomas Wilbanks was born in Oklahoma. I am a Midwesterner!
One thing I remember about Oklahoma, as a little girl, is tornados. I remember going to cellers and the basement of our church to find protection from tornados. Funny the things you remember!
We are here visiting Matt’s sister and husband, Curt and Becky Gwartney. Wednesday night Matt is speaking at Guts Church, for Pastor Bill Scheer in Tulsa and then Friday he is speaking at Empowered 21 at ORU.
We know we belong to the land (yo-ho)
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
We’re only sayin’
You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma!
Bye for now!