I just love the idea of my kids finding my journal after I’m gone and seeing all the places I’ve been, or better yet, that we have been together. It would be a shame if I didn’t provide them that opportunity.
I’ll never forget the anticipation I felt while packing to fly on my first out-of-state bowhunting trip. I thought I was going to wear out You Tube looking for videos on the best way to safely, and legally, fly bowhunting equipment without setting off any alarms or being added to a watch list. I was thankful when I found out the truth of how these items are handled. As long as I remembered some basic principles, I had very little to worry about.
Fishing has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. When I was a little girl, my father would load up my brothers and me in a rented RV and take us up the 395 Highway for a week of lake fishing in the high Sierra. It leaves you breathless—and filled with expectation—for what is awaiting all whose hope is found in Christ our Lord.
As our home in PA began to fill with packed boxes and the move was in full swing, so was the 2017 whitetail archery season. I knew heading into the season that this would be my last as a resident PA hunter.
When Moses held up his hands the Israelites would win, when his hands got tired the Amalekites would be winning, so two men stood beside Moses supporting his hands and the Bible says, “his hands were steady till the going down of the sun.” The Israelites were victorious. We long to be like those two men who support the man of God so that the church can be victorious.
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I certainly can’t say that I’ve done something to deserve all of this. But I will say, that if this is what blogging has helped me do, there’s no reason to stop now.
I needed to be able to hunt without the guilt of knowing my responsibilities were not being well-fulfilled. I’m now thankful that, while my plan isn’t perfect, it has certainly helped de-rail tension and squelch the guilt I once dealt with every time I walked out the door to go hunting or fishing.
A true icon is a paragon of what it represents. It blazes the trail for others to follow. An icon creates, lives, promotes, and ensures that its legacy will live on. So many fall short.