Montezuma Wildlife Refuge is one of those places I’d driven by a hundred times on the way to somewhere else in too much of a hurry to stop in. But Sunday was a heaven-sent day with a very special dedication ceremony of two precious grandchildren of my brother’s. I think that makes them my great niece and nephew. With a sweet message of God’s amazing grace fresh in heart, we took the slow drive through the wetlands on the way home. I stood on my seat with my head through the sunroof, spying photo opportunities as gusts of cool wind blew all around me. I smiled at the wonder of acclimation! It felt cold, but refreshing; not at all unpleasant. As we crawled quietly along the gravel road, I imagined I was in Africa on a safari. The Mini Cooper became a Jeep. The wetlands became drylands, and the bushes were zebras and lions and giraffes. I felt certain that the drive wouldn’t be any more wonderous in a foreign country. The state of mind is what makes life enjoyable; not the scenery.