Here’s a pic from my archives that I haven’t done anything with in many years. I took this photo of the Flathead River with the Swan Mountains looming in the background the first winter I had my Nikon D810—2014.
Fathers: You have permission
This morning perfectly epitomized the struggle I’ve faced to establish better balance in my life. Jacob summoned me at 5 a.m. to attend to a bloody nose. It was a pretty bad one, so all-in-all it took about 30 minutes to get it under control and get him back to bed.
I had intended to sleep in a bit, until around 7 a.m., and then do a workout before enjoying Father’s Day breakfast with the family. But I’m not great at going back to sleep when awoken early morning, so I scrapped that plan and slowly started working through my morning routine.
Swan Mountains in the Winter
Each Friday, I’m going to be featuring a photo from the collections I’ve pulled together over the years. There may be a story attached to it, there may not be.
Some will come near our current home in Montana; some will come from other states out west like Colorado, Utah and California; others will come from back east in Michigan and West Virginia. And occasionally there will some from my trip to England and Scotland back in 2002.
As the week’s featured photo, print orders will be discounted 25% for that week!
Enjoy this photo of the Swan Mountains, taken a few miles north of Bigfork, Montana, in January 2013—our first winter in the Flathead Valley.
Back in April, I was asked for the first time to give a message at MountainSong Church – the church Heather and I moved to Montana to be a part of. I had briefly shared a few times at MountainSong, but never had I given a full message. A communion reflection, a post-worship transition time, a closing reflection and prayer, a testimony or two… those were about it. Needless to say, I was honored and excited about the opportunity.
I knew God wanted me to discuss three of the major works of Christ – His death, resurrection and ascension – and what it looks like to realize the power of each of those works in our lives. What I didn’t know was the incredible well of living water He was going to break open in the hearts of Heather and I as a result and the profound impact it was going to have on our future!
What started as an Easter- and Pentecost-season message on Jesus’ death, resurrection and ascension, ended as a call-to-arms of sorts to carry unwavering HOPE into and throughout each and every situation we encounter. As Christ’s ambassadors and as ones presently seated with Him in heavenly places, we can boldly live out and exert the hope of our salvation in all of our experiences. This is our inheritance as His sons and daughters!
So, let me share with you a few of the main points and then leave you with a parting reflection.