By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Last night involved the careful packing of a carry-on, which now looks like a stuffed sausage ready to burst, and the print-out of my boarding pass.
Arizona will soon be left behind and South Dakota will take her place:
 The sun won't shine so hot and the temps won't be so high.
Mountains will merge into planted plain,
and the beautiful Pala Verde and cactus will be replaced by hearty Elm and tender Willow.
One daughter's presence will emerge and another daughter's presence will be left behind.
A farewell to one is exchanged with a greeting to another, and the landscape of life keeps on evolving.
An overwhelmed recipient of one of the most generous and sizeable gifts ever received (Mother's Day and early Birthday combo,) I feel myself seized with gratitude this morning by the love and generosity of kids pooling money and resources together and making this trip a reality for me.
+There isn't a "carry-on" large enough to contain and convey these memories.
+There isn't enough money to secure these priceless memories
This thoughtful and extraordinary gift has forged permanent and priceless memories into my soul for which I will ever be grateful.
They will always be mine.
 And a timely whisper penetrates my soul:
"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning."
James 1:17
Yes, indeed.
Landscapes change as do seasons of our lives,
but the Giver of gifts keeps on giving.
And the life He gives to us is worth living.
To Him be praise forever and ever ...
 Every perfect gift.