So right now, people are really hurting. It's a hard time for Americans as they search for work, pay outrageous mortgages to stay in their homes and just feel slightly less hopeful. Well, this is my grandfather's homestead in Ekalaka, MT. Clearly, I did not inherit any of my grandfather's hard-living stock. My grandmother was a city girl from Bay City, MI -- but still, she was much heartier stock than me.
Still, I think this picture should provide us all some perspective on how God holds us in the palm of His Hand. That is my Great Grandfather to the right (the tall skinny man) and my Great Grandmother is the one in front of the doorway. She raised twelve kids in this house, and it's said that no one ever baked a better biscuit (she even baked them on the trail with the covered wagon!) Even my grandmother never had a harsh word against her MIL. Grandma said GG was the kindest woman she ever knew. Imagine being kind in that scenario!!! Dang, I have a long way to go.
I actually video-taped my complaint about my small office and you-tubed it. Ever done something you really regret after you've realized how wrong you've had it?
Labels: 1916, Ekalaka, grateful, Homestead, MT