Theodore Roosevelt National Park. The beauty is more in the ruggedness of gouged out badlands, with juniper trees softening the sharpness of the deep valleys. At the end of the road on the North Unit of the park, we walked the path to the edge and gazed at the deep ravine, studded with rocks, and scrubby trees. Our voices seemed muted by the largeness.
I love summer with a new flowers every day pushing out a new bloom or more.
I love waking up to them and hearing them chatter as we walk. I’ll never forget this robin, pecking at the window. He was an encouragement to me when I was broken with grief. He visited me for about a week, like he was peering in, to see if I was all right.
Going up one of the many mountain ranges, Jim noticed a lack of power. Hmmmmm. Then the engine light came on and the indicator light that told us to add fuel additives came on too. We knew this could not be ignored, so we began searching for a shop to have a look at our ailing vehicle.
Animals. What variety and creativity! We went to the State Fair this week and I took a few photos. These animals weren't at the fair, but aren't they cute? Hope you enjoy God's creation. Enjoy the l-a-s-t weekend before Fall begins in earnest. We'll be taking a trip, so we'll [...]
We don’t miss opportunities to tell one another we love each other. We nearly always kiss goodbye when the other one goes on an errand. We don’t leave apologies unsaid. We’ve learned how quickly things can change and we may not have another chance.
Hiking now brings back happy memories and time for contemplation. Most of the time I enjoy it, but I must confess, I’m happier when I reach the summit and not while I’m huffing and puffing up the trail.
We have to face snakes and fears and then ask that wise question: “Is it real?” If so, we face it with a friend or husband—or loving Savior, Jesus. And if it isn’t real, go on from there and trash the rubber snake—fear. And briskly wipe our hands and go on from there.
