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Refuge

Refuge.

That’s the best word I can think of to describe this place. It’s been nearly 6 years since my last visit. After only a day, I felt completely at home.  I stayed in a beautiful room that has bits and pieces of my family’s history all around me. A 106 year old wedding gown worn by my great great great Aunt Isabel Peterson, hung delicately on the wall at the foot of my bed. Family pictures dating back to the early 1900’s, and a gorgeous blanket that was lovingly hand sewn by my Great Great Grandmother, were neatly displayed.      


 

For someone like myself, who loves all things vintage (especially those related directly to my family history)  the room was perfection. 

The view is incredible.

  My room leads to a deck that overlooks part of the 13 acres that this home sits upon. You can faintly make out Ch-Paa-qn  peak, a part of the Rocky Mountains, just beyond the trees that line the property.  Sipping my morning coffee on the back porch, surrounded by Gods beauty, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of gratefulness…and awe. Surrounded by the cool, crisp mountain air, listening to the sounds of nature waking up. As I read my Bible, chipmunks ran here and there. Birds  flitted all around, and bunnies emerged from their evening resting spots. Deer watched from afar, waiting for me to retreat to the house, before they hopped the fence to search for food. 

I have been given an incredible gift.

Significant, quality, quiet time with my Lord. I had a chance to speak to one of my dearest friends yesterday, and she said she could hear the peace in my voice. I feel like God has been waiting on this. Waiting to get me alone with Him. And I had no idea how much I needed it. Until now. Tomorrow, I will board my 5:40am flight out. I’m truly not looking forward to my early morning wake up call…but I am so ready to see my family. To hug their necks, and tell them how much I love them…but most importantly, I’m excited to begin living my life. Really live it.

I feel for the first time in a long time, I have my priorities where He wants them.  During this time away, God has given me a peace that I’ve never felt before. An overwhelming sense of peace, that I am, even at this moment, finding very difficult to describe. Do I know the plans He has for me and what lies ahead? Nope. Not even close. But I do know that whatever it is, it’s going to be great. 

I am a work in progress…and God is not finished with me yet.

I know that no matter what happens in my life, God’s got this. After all, I am a daughter of the King.  “God is good. His plans are good. His requirements are good. His salvation is good. His grace is good. His forgiveness is good. His restoration is good.” – Lysa TerKeurst

I’m ready, God. Let’s do this.

Go West, young man…and woman

5 years. 

That’s how long it’s been since I last set foot in my 2nd most favorite place of all time. That’s far too long, in my opinion. But tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow, I fly.

Montana, here I come!

Just me. I’m flying solo, as they say…

And I honestly have no clue what I’m going to do with myself. A real, true to life vacation? To Montana? Is this really happening? I’m almost afraid to question it too much, in case it’s just a dream… 

I first had the pleasure of experiencing Big Sky Country back in 2005, when Mountain Man and I were just babies and still in the dating phase of our relationship. It was my first time ever taking a full on family vacation with someone else’s family. 

Ennis, MT circa 2005

Little did I know that this place was going to be forever imprinted on my heart.

Since then, Mountain Man and I have only been back a total of 3 times in the 10 years we have been married. We spent the 2nd half of our honeymoon in Montana, driving along the Road to The Sun up to Glacier National Park…and enjoying all the beauty of God’s creation. 

Honeymoon June 2007

Babies…we were just babies. 

We swore we would make it back every year. Well, you know what happened? 

Life. Life happened. 

Jobs changed. Incomes varied. Babies…oh the babies.

Babies having babies. I’m 35, and I still don’t feel like I’m old enough to have 3 kids. 

But I digress. 

Our next venture back to our home away from home wasn’t until the Fall of 2011… J-Man was just 8 weeks(ish) old. It was a whirlwind adventure of bumped flights (y’all, I do not recommend flying on buddy passes with an infant. Or ever. Just don’t do it), visiting with family not seen in several years, an impromptu road trip, a lost (and found again, praise God) wallet, a drive by of Mount Rushmore. Cool? Sure. But we could see it just fine from our car window. For free. And my first sighting of a bull moose IN. THE. WILD. Y’all, that one had been on my bucket list for a looooooong time.  

Minneapolis Airport…ready to hit the road!

North Dakota – Painted Canyon

    

Snuggles from Aunt S – circa 2011

Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation – Missoula, MT

  

J’Man’s 1st Fishing experience

See…just fine from the car. I cannot imagine it was any cooler up close.

   

This moose was put in that field by God, just for me…

 

But after that trip, the craziest thing happened. Life. AGAIN. 

Go figure. 

We tried over and over again to get back out there, but something would always come up. The car would stop working, we decided to start our own business, more life events…you get the gist. 

Then last Fall, Mountain Man got to go on a guys fishing trip with one of his best friends. For a week and a half.

I saw pictures. It looked incredible.

And I was totally, and completely jealous. Not about the fishing part (I’m no fisher…woman?), but about the Montana part. The Big Sky Country… Don’t get me wrong, I was so happy that he had that opportunity to go. After all, that man is the hardest working man I know, and he deserved every bit of that trip. 

Photo credit : Craig Dillenbeck

But now, it’s my turn. 

I’m flying to Montana tomorrow all by myself. I mean, not technically “by myself”. There will be a pilot, and flight attendants…and other passengers. But no one that I will personally know. Part of me is flipping out (in the best way) because I get a real-life vacation from the every day. From the diaper changes, lunch packing, shuttle service, and temper tantrums. From the sibling fighting, sassy-ness you wouldn’t believe, and cooking and food prep. 

And the other part of me is sad. 

Sad that I am going to miss 7 nights of pre-bedtime tickle fights. 7 nights of butterfly and eskimo kisses. 7 nights of bedtime prayers, hugs, and singing “this is the way we brush our teeth”. 5 days of picking up J-Man from Kindergarten, and finding out all about his day. 5 days of “see ya later, alligator” as he leaves the house for school, with Mountain Man. 7 days of snuggles, cuddles, giggles, and smiles, and watching the kids pile on top of their daddy, at the end of a long day. 

Taking a vacation without Mountain Man isn’t exactly my first choice. But in the phase of life we are in right now, it’s the only affordable way we can do these types of trips. But…

It’s going to be good. 

No. 

It’s going to be great. 

6 days of time with my Aunt and Uncle, whom I haven’t seen in 5 (almost 6!) years. I have no idea what all my Aunt and I will get into, but I can promise you that anytime you get the women in my family together, we know how to have a good time!

I have no less than 3 books packed. Now, I agree that this may be a bit ambitious…but I’m up for the challenge. Between the multiple flight changes I will have during my trip, and all the quiet/alone time that is expected, I’m excited to practice my grown-up reading skills. I mean, let’s be real… it’s been 5 years since I’ve been able to read (and finish) a book that didn’t contain pictures. My reality is filled with Dr. Seuss, Eric Carle, Sandra Boynton, and Anna Dewdney. Don’t get me wrong, I love all of those authors! But sometimes I just need to read a good suspense novel. Maybe you can really sink your teeth into the drama that poor Llama is going through on any given day, but I can’t. I just can’t. 

But most importantly, I am looking forward to this as a time of refreshment. A renewing of my soul. 

I will be able to have actual, quality quiet time with my Savior. Time to get into the Word. 7 days without my alarm giving me a ridiculously early morning wake-up call, just to make sure I can get 20 minutes alone with Him before my house turns into absolute chaos. A few days where I will be able to sequester myself to my room without feeling like I am abandoning my family, and just sit in His presence. 6 beautiful mountain mornings where I can sit on the back deck with my cup of coffee, without having children yelling in my ear, and going here and there – inevitably requiring me to heat up my coffee no less than 4 times. I can actually finish a cup of coffee before it gets cold!  

I am definitely looking forward to that. 

If the spirit moves me, I may pick up the iPad and write a post during my time away…but in the event you don’t hear from me for the next week, now you know why. 

So long, folks! 

Here I come, Montana!!


“We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.” – Anonymous

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