I apologize to all of my faithful readers, because I have most definitely not been a faithful writer. I won’t offer any promises for the future, but at least I’m blogging today!
A large part of my being able to blog is that summer break has started for the Robinson household! Our last week of craziness was the last full week of April – we wrapped up Amazing Collection on Monday, I helped with the last homeschool group on Tuesday, and Good News Club finished up on Thursday. To start off our summer break with a bang, Alexander and I decided to head up to Montana to see my folks for the weekend, being as all of the hectic activities were over. We had originally planned to spend Thursday evening after Good News Club eating mac ‘n’ cheese and watching a movie together, followed by a laid-back Friday morning during which Alexander could sleep in and I could go for a run. God, however, had a different plan because “man’s heart plans his ways, but the Lord directs his steps” (Proverbs 16:9). And, fortunately for us, God’s ways are always better!
Okay, fine, it’s kind of cliché. Exaggerated. Boastful.
Honestly, I kind of cringed, too when it came into my head. But when I was at the top of the hill, panting to catch my breath, and trying to take a picture of the incredible horizon, that phrase was what popped into my mind. “Victory View.”
I wish that hiking season wasn’t disappearing so rapidly behind us. But with fall setting in, early snows on the mountains, bears preparing to hibernate, and some buck-crazed hunters out on the prowl, hiking up into the Pioneer Mountains probably isn’t the greatest idea. Not that I wouldn’t go anyway if I had a pistol and a few buddies willing to join me…. Honestly, the hike I took up there this fall with some friends was so incredible that I literally feel a little desperate to get back there again.
Some days I just need to get out of the house. Especially since I’m used to country life and twenty-acre parcels and horses to ride and goats to hug. Not that I dislike where I live here in Dillon — in fact, it’s one of my favorite places to be. It’s home. But…living in the basement of two-level house in Dillon, Montana, surrounded by dirt, concrete, and cars can make me pretty claustrophobic.