The Wrights in Montana, hot off the press!

So I went to Montana with my 3 beloveds (BG and children) and this is a bit of what we saw, ok, what I saw through my camera lense. Now that I've learned how to add these images to this blog, I am eager to share! OK, so there are no trees, but the vastness of the Southeastern Montana prairies simply cannot be beaten.

Imagine

Imagine this sky filled with stars.....even more breathtaking. Found only in Montana.

Coming soon to a doorbell near you

Enjoy!

Who Cares!

Have you ever wondered why your grandparents kept or keep their vitamins on the table or crowd what counterspace they have with the like? OK, your parents. I'm sorry, you! Alright, me. Yes, why do we keep vitamins out on our counters??? I've recently started taking (again) vitamins. Fifty is visible from here, and I feel the need to buffet my body, so to speak. But can I remember to take them if I keep them nestled every so quietly in the cupboard? Of course not. I won't remember that they're there. Then in 2 years when I clean out that cupboard, there they'll be. So that's why they're kept on the counter. Oh, in case I forget to tell you, don't forget to take your vitamins! (Did someone just say, "Who cares???" )

Family Vitamins

Cheese toast for breakfast, lots of hugs, prayers for Daddy's safe return from his travels, a happy dog, a happy dog more than glad to clean up the cheese spilled near the stove, hugs and kisses, happy boy-screams accompanied by more hugs, assurance of great love ripe for the picking. Now that's a family vitamin!

INCONCEIVABLE

I have just done the inconceivable! I spelled inconceivable, "inconcievable." Inconceivable!
(see my last comment, in fact my last word, on Bumbling Genius' mini-booklet on homeschooling. Yes, homeschooling....now that's a sweet place to misspell a word. Hmph....from NOW ON....I guess someone else will have to teach spelling. (The children would be saying those words were this a family discussion.) Insert smiley-face here!

Pray Like a Flood

A gnawing feeling that keeps growing....pray, pray like a flood. Pray like a flood for a President who still has weeks ahead to be covered in prayer. The names of others are touted and shouted out as future comes closer. While I am certainly not even a novice in maritime affairs, I have had this sense that the final weeks of the current administration are akin to guiding a great vessel into harbor. As I did a bit of reading it became clear that our role to continue to pray for President Bush has not diminished. Once removed from the safety of ocean depths, the great vessels are subject to the unseen still lying below the surface of the water. Less the pomp and circumstance of more glorious days we watch and we pray.

A Carpenter's Son

While in the midst of discussing a child-challenge of a friend who is raising her son in the love, joy, knowledge and fear of the Lord it came to my own mind that Jesus' earthy father was a carpenter. I couldn't help but wonder of the significance. Being a parent must be like being a carpenter. There's a plan, a desired result, and a process of any given length or success in between. How reliant we must be upon the Designer of our children. How important it is that we inquire and listen for His intentions, what His desired result may be. Then the process of crafting a useful and beautiful item begins. Jesus grew in wisdom, stature and in favor with God and man. I, for some reason, find a measure of joy and reassurance in that Jesus' own father here on earth was a carpenter.

No one has tied my hands behind my back. I confess that I now have entered willingly to this world we know as Blogging. Never will forget the first time I heard that word....listening to Rush Limbaugh. I thought it was the most ridiculous word I'd ever heard. I didn't get it. Actually, I felt as though I had alread created a post after a most thorough profile. HELP!!! I WANT MY MOMMY!!!