Part Three

Here's the next part of our trip home on Sunday.
Aren't they beautiful?

More to the Story

When we found the clearing to take pictures, I said,

"If it weren't so cold I would get out and have you take my picture in front of the mountain."

Hubby was agreeable, so we hopped out of the truck for a quick picture. 

I didn't realize the camera was on a closeup shot, so if you use your imagination or look at yesterday's post, you may be able to picture the mountain behind me. :)

A bitter wind was blowing so no do-over.

Detour

Hubby and I had a great weekend with our family. I was thinking on the way home how nice it would be to get there early, unpack and settle in. We pulled into Medway, roughly 2 hours from home, for hubby's coffee. As we pulled out, hubby said,

"Look at the mountain." 

I scrambled to grab my camera. 

Then he said, " Let's go down the road and find a better view. 

Half an hour later we were still going. Right about then we must have passed this sign, which I didn't see, but hubby did. 16 Miles. He figured we would have a great view. So far we had barely seen a glimpse.

16 miles of potholes and rough road.

Somewhere along that 16 miles I saw this sign.

"You're kidding, right?" 

Bumps everywhere would have been more appropriate.

Hubby even said," That's not a bump. It's a crater."

Finally we found a clearing and the view was gorgeous!

Mount Katahdin.

Breaktime

Heading to see my grandchildren so I am taking a break from blogging. See you next week :)

Interruptions

Anxiety greeted me as I opened my eyes to begin the day. I think I went to sleep this way. Anxious and fretful about all the things I fear I've neglected. I dreamed all night. There have been so many interruptions, from phone calls to business needs to physical ailments.
 
Unfinished quilt stares at me from my craft table. A blank page reminds me that March was going to be the month that I wrote every day. I have five minutes to type this post and get ready for an appointment.
Is there a message for me in all this?

I read InCourage blog. Guess what the topic is?
Interruptions.
Can I see God in the interruptions?
 
I thought back to the phone call I received this morning from a friend I hadn't talked to in ages. She was in crisis.
"I know I can count on you, even if we haven't talked in a long time."

She went on to tell me something I had said to her 20 years ago, a little thing, but she never forgot. It was seeing her through now. We talked for a long time and I said a prayer for her before we hung up.

Do I see Him in this interruption? The vacuum cleaner still stands at attention waiting to be used. Laundry lies on the floor, kitchen table crowded needing to be cleared....

Moses had a lot to do, too. A burning bush interrupted him. He turned aside and his life was changed.

When will I ever learn that holy interruptions are the things life is made of. Sometimes they are the lenses through which we get a glimpse of movement in the heavenlies.

Give me eyes to see and ears to hear, Lord, in my ordinary days, that my own bushes may be alight with a flicker of your Presence.

Flea Market Fun

This is what I would like to be doing today!
Visiting flea markets on a warm spring day :)
Dreaming...

Reality check: It's snowing out this morning and I am going to Walmart for a few things.

Look on the bright side. I can come home and look at my new Flea Market Style Magazine and check out the  Flea market blogs. I didn't know they even existed until I got this magazine.

Photo above from one of those blogs. It would be listed in my blogs at the side :)

In Black & White

 I have a little digital camera that goes with me wherever I go, which I have become quite comfortable with.

My husband, however, got me a new camera for Christmas. a really nice one with a huge printout pile of instructions. I was almost annoyed  because I knew how much time it would take to get used to a new camera.

Over the past few months, I have used the new camera a handful of times, especially with my new granddaughter. I keep my little pink Canon handy.

Yesterday I printed out pictures from both cameras and was astounded at the quality of the photos taken with my new camera. The black and white photo above was one of them and I'm just a point- and -shoot kind of photographer, so far.

Have I mentioned how grateful I am for that Christmas gift? :)

Why is it we have a tendency to stay within our comfort zones when there may be a whole new perspective awaiting us by taking a step into something new?