While our birth days are 5 decades apart, wilderness wanderings with my son helps me forget my age and live life young again . . . undeservedly blessed . . . living each day as though it’s my last . . . grateful yesterday wasn’t . . . knowing His best forever young is yet to come.
Were that life could be a continual mountaintop experience. Reality is most is lived in the valleys where its been said you’re either in the midst of a storm, coming out of one, or one lies ahead on your journey.
But take heart . . . just as rainbows appear after the storm, each storm cloud will run out of rain, and calm will follow the fury.
‘He calms the storm, so that its waves are still”. -Psalm 107:29 Be Blessed and . . . + ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
Never knowing which of our Last Frontier feral neighbors may decide to wander through our backyard is always an unanticipated treat. Here’s a vid clip of a recent impromptu fur and fowl ‘Splash Party’ 😊