I Forget Sometimes

I Forget Sometimes

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I forget sometimes how lucky I am to be living in such a time as this.

I forget that the world is much bigger than me and that God never takes His eyes off my life so I should not take things so seriously.

Kathy, Annie (the canine grandchild) and I went on an amazing hike in the Tobacco Root Mountains near the little town of Pony Montana.

The terrain was rough, rocky and a bit unforgiving. A steady 2500 foot climb five miles up with very few flat areas.

Golden colored leaves barely hanging on to the tree’s and patches of snow here and there erased my troubles from the forefront of my mind.

Life is so unpredictable.

It’s like climbing a mountain.

It’s hard, sometimes you want to stop.

You have highs, but those peaks are usually followed by lows.

No matter how high you go you have to come back down.

As we age challenging our bodies desire to slowdown takes fortitude.

Kathy and I don’t talk a lot when we climb mountains or ride bikes high in the Rocky Mountains.

It gives me time to think.

I mostly think how blessed I am to be here, in this wilderness, where the world can’t seem to touch me.

We finished our hike around five as the sun was lost behind the Tobacco peaks and things were warming up at the Pony Bar.

In Montana, small towns know when strangers are in their midst.

Montanans are a bit standoffish with new folks at first.

It’s not a good or bad thing, just the way it is.

We had a beer, smiled at the signs.

The one hanging outside that says Freedom isn’t Free is my favorite.

We headed home to a Kathy made pizza and a better beer.

Lot’s is happening in the coming weeks.

My to-do-lists want to haunt me.

But on this morning I choose not to be overwhelmed by the world or my future.

God’s in charge.

I forget sometimes.