Repurposed
Daughter plays all day
Riding Dad’s motorcycle—
Up for excitement

Simplicity
Mall’s escalator
Roller-coaster up, then down—
Child’s favorite ride

Generosity
One more dollar, please?
Loving Dad empties wallet—
Grinch on vacation

Daughter plays all day
Riding Dad’s motorcycle—
Up for excitement

Mall’s escalator
Roller-coaster up, then down—
Child’s favorite ride

One more dollar, please?
Loving Dad empties wallet—
Grinch on vacation


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Life’s revolving door eventually offers an open opportunity for a new beginning.
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(Updated December 30)

Life is like playing a violin solo in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.
Life is like music, it must be composed by ear, feeling and instinct, not by rule.
Samuel Butler (1835-1902) was an English novelist.
From James 4:6: “But He gives all the more grace; therefore it says, ‘God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble.'”

Our Creator’s divine plan
Offers fullest, living grace
Giving patience, just in case
When running life’s anxious race
Our Lord shares forgiveness
Relationships need healing
Forgiving sin, just in case
When each day seems freewheeling
Heaven’s Father, sharing peace
Imperfect lives needing change
Trimming each branch, just in case
When roaming lost on God’s range
God shares His timely wisdom
From Heaven, He sees us fall
Touching our hand, just in case
When we need His hope-filled call

From John 15:1-2: “I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinegrower. He removes every branch in me that bears no fruit. Every branch that bears fruit He prunes to make it bear more fruit.”
Originally published January, 2021.

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Faith’s resilience breathes from Father’s grace above.
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 29)

When you offer yourself to God as His servant, He first expects to shape you into the instrument of His choosing. He will always work in you before He works through you.
From Philippians 1:6: “I am confident of this, that the one who began a good work in you will continue to complete it until the day of Jesus Christ.”
Henry Blackaby (1935-2024) was a Canadian pastor and Christian author.
From the words of American pastor and Christian author, Charles Swindoll: “When the sovereign God brings us to nothing, it is to reroute our lives.”

Surrounded by darkness
Human perspective fades
Thinking offers no choices
Feeling betrayed
Trusted patience in God
His fields of green shall sprout
Taking delight in His peace
Erasing doubt
Committed to God’s way
Today’s hope starts anew
Knowing mercy share His love
Transforming view
Witnessed truth in God’s Word
Calvary’s light unfolds
Rewiring faith’s new outlook
Praying tenfold
Rescued by Savior’s grace
Redemption now deploys
Forgiving, eternal love
Responding joy

From Psalm 37:23-24: “Our steps are made firm by the Lord when He delights in our way; though we stumble, we shall not fall headlong, for the Lord holds us by the hand.”

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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)

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.

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).


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.

