This boy is happy.
Grammie's cinnamon bread in one hand, passie in the other.
This is his best life for sure!
This boy is happy.
Grammie's cinnamon bread in one hand, passie in the other.
This is his best life for sure!
Have I mentioned the very cold and snowy winter we've been having here in Rangely?
The truth is I LOVE these kinds of winters. We have had snow on the ground since Thanksgiving, with no signs of it melting any time soon.
In Rifle, the snow would come, and then melt. Come and then melt -- which basically meant the ground was very muddy for months.
This. Is. An. AWESOME. Winter.
And, these icicles are crazy!
"Move to Rangely," they said. "It will be fun."
Actually it is a ton of fun, but my land, this is a cold winter.
Of all the wonderful, majestic Colorado wildlife that could have appeared on our back porch, this is not the fellow I would have choosen...
I wrote a little song lately...
Oh give me a home where the children can roam and the view’s a breathtaking display.
Where fruit trees abound and cul de sac’s round, and children will not disobey.
Home home on the Rangely. Where the six Mountain Miller kids play. Where often is heard a song from a bird, Thank God for this home we do pray.
Oh Rangely we’re happy to stay!
We have a big week here and by the end of the week, Lord willing, we will be unpacking and fully residing in our new home, in our new town.
As I was thinking about what I could share this week, I kept thinking of the book of common prayer. This is not something I was exposed to as a child because I was not raised in the Episcopal church, but I have heard a few excerpts from this book from a dear friend from graduate prayer whose father is an Episcopalian Priest, but also from the Mitford books by Jan Karon, in which, the main character, Father Tim will frequently reference The Book of Common Prayer.
I love the reverent language, and I love that there are so many prayers for so many unique situations.
All that said, I did not find a prayer in the Online Book Of Common Prayer over those who are moving, or to bless a new home... but I was drawn to one prayer over Towns and Rural Areas.
Please join me in prayer:
Lord Christ, when you came among us, you proclaimed the
kingdom of God in villages, towns, and lonely places: Grant
that your presence and power may be known throughout this
land. Have mercy upon all of us who live and work in rural
areas [especially Rangely, Colorado]; and grant that all the people
of our nation may give thanks to you for food and drink and
all other bodily necessities of life, respect those who labor to
produce them, and honor the land and the water from which
these good things come. All this we ask in your holy Name.
Amen.
Summer started for us when we left the craziness of selling our house in Rifle... and arrived in VAIL for a long weekend of fun!
Within two hours of arrival, the kiddos made sure we were in the pool.
I don't think I mentioned that a few weeks ago, Hubby's siblings came to Aspen to celebrate their 40th birthday. We went to see them and their spouses and we all went on a really fun snowmobiling adventure together.
Did I happen to mention that I got my first elk on the last day of late season hunting?
It was the last day... the last hour... technically, the last five minutes, but we got her! Legal hunting is from 30 minutes before sunrise until 30 minutes after sunset. Sunset was at 5:28pm, so we had until 5:58pm. I took my shot at 5:52pm.
We had obtained permission to hunt on the property where the elk were, but after I shot the elk, it jumped a fence before collapsing. So, we had to figure out who owned the property where the elk collapsed before we could go get it. It took some time and some teamwork, but thankfully, we live in a small town and we got ahold of the land owner within about 30 minutes.
It was a lot of fun, and I doubt it will be my last hunt, but I feel very comfortable saying that I only prefer to hunt when I have my hubby with me. I got to scout the animals, find the animals, take the shot, find the elk, and be in the pictures. He gutted the elk, dragged the elk, and transported the elk. That's what I call teamwork!