For the past week we have been crossing the vast plains of Montana. For the most part the road has stretched straight and as far as we can see, an undulating landscape of grasslands and wheat fields. At one point, one of our cyclists exclaimed "Look there's a tree!"
You begin to celebrate and appreciate the little things when you are riding down the road on a bicycle--a tree, a spot of shade, a soft car seat, a bed, cold water, a phone call home. Life get stripped down to essentials and what is most important.
Sometimes life does the same thing to us. The loss of a loved one, a crisis, an accident, and suddenly all the distractions of life tend to fall away. What remains is what really matters--the presence of a family member or friend, the promises of God, the hope we have in Christ.
We've met some interesting people crossing Montana. At one of our lunch stops two farmers wandered over. One said he had a small farm--of 5,000 acres. The other had another job and just had a hobby farm--of 1000 acres. True enough, as at breakfast the next morning I sat across from a man whose family farmed 30.000 acres! As I looked over the vastness of the countryside I couldn't help but be amazed to think that it all belongs to my Father, God. What a privilege to be part of his family.
Independence Day landed us on an Indian Reservation where we took in what was for all of us our first Powwow. The next day God blessed us with 25 mile an hour winds at our backs. Today we have a rest day in Williston, North Dakota. This coming week, (our fourth on the road) we will be crossing North Dakota.
You begin to celebrate and appreciate the little things when you are riding down the road on a bicycle--a tree, a spot of shade, a soft car seat, a bed, cold water, a phone call home. Life get stripped down to essentials and what is most important.
Sometimes life does the same thing to us. The loss of a loved one, a crisis, an accident, and suddenly all the distractions of life tend to fall away. What remains is what really matters--the presence of a family member or friend, the promises of God, the hope we have in Christ.
We've met some interesting people crossing Montana. At one of our lunch stops two farmers wandered over. One said he had a small farm--of 5,000 acres. The other had another job and just had a hobby farm--of 1000 acres. True enough, as at breakfast the next morning I sat across from a man whose family farmed 30.000 acres! As I looked over the vastness of the countryside I couldn't help but be amazed to think that it all belongs to my Father, God. What a privilege to be part of his family.
Independence Day landed us on an Indian Reservation where we took in what was for all of us our first Powwow. The next day God blessed us with 25 mile an hour winds at our backs. Today we have a rest day in Williston, North Dakota. This coming week, (our fourth on the road) we will be crossing North Dakota.
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