In 2017, a 20 year dream was fulfilled. It started when I watched the movie The Horse Whisperer, partially set in Montana. I called it the Promised Land for 20 years. I wasn’t even sure it would ever happen. Don’t give up on the dreams that God has for you.
My cell camera does not do it justice. However, here are a couple of pictures I took on that trip I took by myself, not turning on the television once. Just me, God, and some very nice business people.
A poem I wrote about Montana
outspread cloud arms wrap the blue sky highway above my windshield Jesus’ smile beckons forward the longing mountain fulfilled
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whense or why.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” is the opening line of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities. Setting the stage of the book is the French Revolution, both before and during, in Paris and London.
Roughly 230 years ago, a European country had a revolution.
Today another revolution is touching all areas on the globe, and with few exceptions, no one is exempt from the blazing news cycle of events.
On a personal scale, moving to Oregon taught me the true meaning of the A Tale of Two Cities quote. Clarity (and a bit of anger) replaced pain and confusion, with beauty driving the day to day wheels. I did not chose the consequences of moving here, but here I believe I was sent for such a time as this. How that plays out in the weeks ahead is my guess, but I know Who holds my future.
As Gandalf said in The Lord of the Rings, “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
And as the Bible would say, “On a good day, enjoy yourself; On a bad day, examine your conscience. God arranges for both kinds of days So that we won’t take anything for granted.”