I feel a bit sheepish to continually post glamorous reports of our scenic meanderings. If you are sick of those style of posts- better skip this one:
We were afraid that we had been “national park wrecked” by the gorgeous Canada visit. But Glacier rose unflinchingly into the clear morning air, met our challenge, and dazzled us. The clear turquoise river dashed past us and the peaks were snow covered and the weeping wall on the “road to the sun” was practically wailing. I don’t think we are becoming calloused, but our beauty barometer has definitely been peaked out for days now.
The mountains rim the “big sky country” and the wildflowers along the way are breathtaking. Their presence is all over, like someone scattered a gigantic packet of those “wildflower mix” seeds over the entire state.
The wildflowers continue to show up everywhere, even right beside the huge bubbling sulphury springs. I wished I could gather an armful or two of the pink, purple, yellow, and white cheerfulness. But we settled with a small bouquet for Farren.
Let’s be wild flowers, scattered by the wind,
Let us grow, wild and free, tall and brave,
In places that we dream,
In places where our longings are filled.
Let us grow between the cracks of brokenness,
And we will make everything beautiful. -g.c
Luke 12:27 “Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 28 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith!
Thank you, Heavenly Father!
See you down the trail,