From My Journal (12/28)

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From Big Sky Buckeye

Patience can be a challenging trait to prioritize in our daily lives, but God’s light opens each heart to embrace His waiting grace.

Do you write a daily journal?  This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts.  Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.

(Updated December 28)

Charles Stanley Quote

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We must remember that the shortest distance between our problems and their solutions is the distance between our knees and the floor.

From Isaiah 40:30-31:  “Even youths will faint and be weary, and the young will fall exhausted, but those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”

Charles Stanley (1932-2023) was an American pastor and Christian writer.  He was dedicated to leading a teaching ministry.

Big Sky Treasures #15

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Montana’s land size eclipses every American state except for Alaska, Texas, and California.  With a population of just over 1.1 million people, the Big Sky Country is filled with several urban areas.  However, the real treasures are found in the small communities that dot the landscape from east to west and north to south.

Brockway

In northeastern Montana sits McCone County.  The town of Brockway rests just off of Montana Highway 200 about 13 miles west of Circle, the county seat.

Brockway is founded by three brothers and is named after them.  In 1928, the Northern Pacific Railroad connects the town with Circle and the rest of the region.  With the arrival of rail transportation, the Brockway area eventually becomes one of the largest grain shipping terminals in the state.  Some years, the harvested bushels exceed a million.

For several years, the Pogue family operates the boardinghouse in Brockway.  Now the narrative takes a turn into my personal family tree.

My uncle, Omar Pogue, is born in Brockway.  When he leaves town to attend business school in Billings, he boards with the family of Herman and Annie Peterson.  Eva, their younger daughter (my Dad’s sister), eventually marries Omar during World War II.  He serves in the Army while she assists the Navy as a member of the WAVES (Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service).

Left:  remnants of brockway’s northern pacific railroad depot.  Right:  action from the brockway dairy day rodeo (started up in 1918).  Both photos courtesy of Pinterest.

Oilmont

Montana’s northern Hi-Line region is punctuated with countless small towns.  Oilmont, one of the smallest, is found north of Shelby, which today is connected with Great Falls to the south and the Canadian border to the north by Interstate Highway 15.

While little is left of the community in the 21st century, photos and memories still share Oilmont’s history and character.

During the 1920s, a wildcat oil well hits a gusher, and both petroleum and natural gas are discovered.  Soon small boomtowns, such as Oilmont and Kevin, spring up nearly overnight.  Near Kevin, a small refinery is built to process the petroleum.

By the 1980s, the Kevin-Sunburst Field has produced over $200 million of crude, along with an ample supply of natural gas.  As the boom silently declines, the town of Oilmont pretty much dries up.  The prairie quietly returns to its traditional economy of farming and ranching, which have never really left.

Now the narrative again takes on a more personal family story.

After graduating from Rocky Mountain College in Billings, Jim Peterson, my Dad, takes a teaching and coaching position at the school in Oilmont.  Moving in the late summer of 1958, the family of three boys transitions into a new home far different from the much larger city of Billings.

The high school enrollment contains about 30 students, and Jim teaches social studies and science.  In addition to his classroom duties, he coaches football (6-man), basketball, and track. 

Jim is employed with the school system for two years.  By the fall of 1960, he and his family (now including four boys) move across the state to the northeastern region where he teaches and coaches at Poplar.

Left:  Oilmont School, boarded up and fading into history.  Right:  oil Activity from the Kevin-Sunburst Field in Toole County.  Both photos courtesy of Pinterst.

From My Journal (12/27)

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From Big Sky Buckeye

There waits something special inside the aisles of any “used” bookstore.  Countless titles still breathe with endless treasures from authors past.

Do you write a daily journal?  This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts.  Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.

(Updated December 27)

Thomas Carlyle Quotes

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Of the things which men can do or make here below, by far the most momentous, wonderful and worthy are the things we call Books!

The best effect of any good book is that it excites the reader to self-activity.

Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881) was a Scottish-born essayist, historian, and philosopher.  He was a leading writer of the Victorian era.

Maturity in Faith (Elfchen Series #281)

Truth Embraced

Witnessing

Risen Savior

Salvation’s eternal light

Sharing heavenly Good News

Discipleship

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Pride Emptied

Bending

Another knee

Toward Calvary’s light

Heaven descends upon earth

Humility

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Mercy Received

Cascading

From heavens

Glory’s blessed light

Filled with Spirit’s grace

Peace

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From My Journal (12/26)

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From Big Sky Buckeye

Without experiencing darkness, we can never fully appreciate and embrace the Light.

Do you write a daily journal?  This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts.  Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.

(Updated December 26)

Charles Swindoll Quote

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God takes us through struggles and difficulties so that we might become increasingly more committed to Him.

From 1 Peter 4:12:  “Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal that is taking place among you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you.”

Charles Swindoll (born 1934) is an American pastor and Christian author.

Joy’s Destination: A Christmas Story

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Young Lydia awakens on this December’s early morning of peace.  Her imagination embraces new hope to be found in the season.

She understands that Christmas means much more than a decorated tree, wrapped presents, and fresh baked cookies.  As her intuitive eyes peer outside of her bedroom window, the dawn sky offers a view of a brilliant star. 

Inside her quiet thoughts, she whispers, “I need to see more.”

Throwing a long winter coat over her pajamas and remembering to wear her snow boots (just as her Mom always insists), Lydia ventures outside.  Standing on the front porch, she feels surrounded by the tranquility of the winter scene.

The snow-covered yard appears perfectly groomed, and the nearby pine trees are all powdered in white.  To her wandering eyes, the heavens’ star appears even closer.  She feels a tug at her coat to step down from the porch.

Her steps quicken as she edges into the nearby woods.  The cold air actually brings warmth to her heart.  Suddenly, she stops with eager eyes looking forward. 

Again Lydia’s imagination begins to wonder, “What will I find if I walk some more?”

An undistinguished pine tree, holding candles of light, invites her to enter a clearing.  Right in front of her waits an unbelievable scene.

A tiny feed trough filled with hay stands alone.

From the shadow’s fringes come a man, a woman, and a newborn baby.  The woman carefully places the baby in the feedbox, because there is no room for them at the inn. 

Lydia’s pulse quickens as she realizes what is happening.  A “real life” nativity landscape . . . or is it the story predicted through prophecy’s promises?  Her young mind just isn’t sure.

She looks back up into the heavens and fixes her eyes upon the morning’s star.  Suddenly she feels joy surrounding her heart.  Indeed, she believes in the love found in her Savior.

Kneeling in the soft snow, Lydia offers a short prayer:

Sweet Baby Jesus

Your love warms my heart.

Your birth will lead many to worship you.

I will always walk with you.

I love you so much.

Amen.

From My Journal (12/25)

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From Big Sky Buckeye

While we witness God’s goodness through the birth of His Son, His infinite light continues to reach out to those who hunger for more.

Do you write a daily journal?  This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts.  Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.

(Updated December 25)