Hello, family and friends. We are over a month into this trip and I said before we left that I was going to join the kids in blogging. Here goes; an introduction. Yesterday I took some time to get enough of this blog thing figured out to get started. And what better place to start than in Maine, my "I would like to live here" state. But more on that later. For now I will start with my morning. We are in Appleton, ME, staying at a campground on Sennebec Lake. This is what greeted us when we got up a little before 5 am and opened the shades.George left for work at 5:30 and as I sat here at the computer trying out different options in setting up a post, I was having a hard time concentrating because of the changing scenery and sounds out my window, and with each one my thoughts wandered. First it was the dove
singing its morning song (such soft, peaceful thoughts), then the bald eagle screaming at the bothersome crows that were harassing it (harsh, grating thoughts), and then, ahhh .....a pair of loons paddled into view and thrilled me with that indescribable call of theirs (mysterious, mystical thoughts)!And so, a couple hours have passed, and my thoughts have been many and varied. Time well wasted. For when God gives me these opportunities to observe, enjoy, and reflect on His unlimited creativity, I am filled with a wonder and a hunger for more that I cannot put into words.
Spirit of the Creator God, guide my wandering thoughts always to You. Amen
13 comments:
Yeah! I get to leave the first comment on your blog. Miss you guys and can't wait to see more of the country through your blog. Good job on the setup.
Woo hoo!!!! I get to be the first to comment!!! Wait ... no ... maybe not. Mom's got the comment moderation on. You've probaly all already commented. (Sigh)
Hey Mom,
Welcome to the Blogging scene. I get to be your first comment. What beautiful scenery to be surrounded by. Enjoy it.
See you not soon enough.
Janine
Yea!!! I'm SO SO glad you got a blog up and running.
Our days are quite different and I restrain myself from jealousy by reflecting on MY day:
Josh leaves for work at 5:45 these days. I am awakened by a squirming infant wanting a snack before he dozes back to sleep. I then sit at the computer. I have a hard time concentrating. First, Oliver sings his morning songs needing to be changed. Then the tired Jake screams at a bothersome brother who is yelling that he needs to go "pee pee." And then, ahh...a pair of tussled haired boys waddle into view and thrill me with their indescribable call of "Good morning, mama!"
I can reflect, likewise, on God's unlimited creativity in the natures of my sons. I must force myself at times to hunger for more, but alas...I do.
Spirit of the Creator God, guide my wandering thoughts always to you.
Amen, mom.
So I guess I WASN'T the first post.
Jodi, I was considering doing a post like that. But I was interrupted by, "Mama, I have to get out of bed. I know you told me to stay in, but I have to poop.'
While we can't travel the US right now Jodi, there is so much to be enjoyed. The everydayness of the flowers in our front yards, the beauty of a hike in the woods, the calls of "mama" in sweetness and desperation both....
I am enjoying my early morning runs. More thoughts on that later in my blog. Today I jogged past a very new spotted fawn who was bedded down in a big cluster of vinca. I was so surprised by it...pleasantly. I had to stop and touch it's little head. It was so sweet...so beautiful.
Thanks, everyone, for the welcome. And don't waste your time envying our travels. Sure, look forward to a less demanding time, but use this opportunity to it's fullest to gaze in awe at God's beauty around you, especially that in the hearts and faces of your children. What an honor! And then you get grandchildren and that's a whole new thing to behold. Feeling ultra blessed,
Mom
PS Janine, you got to touch a little spotted fawn? How special is THAT?!
Yes, I touched a spotted fawn. I'm going to run by the same place tomorrow and hope he's there. It was awesome. Big glassy eyes staring up at me. It was very special. I came home and told JJ about it.
Further on in my run, a little cottontail hopped across the path and back again. He stopped and stared, munching on a dandelion.
So Mom, why balsbaugh63?
I think I understand the 6 part, but why the 3?
So, Janine, I'm curious as to what you think the 6 stands for..... .
"wanderingthoughts " was taken as an address; adding anything to it made it so long; I went with balsbaugh63 because George has 6 letters, Jan has three. I looked at it and wondered what I was up to in '63 and realized that was when I first set my eyes an your Dad! Scary, huh? I was 12 years old.
Aha!
I was wrong. I was thinking it was because we had 6 people in our immediate family.
Then I thought, "3?"... is she counting her family now to be her, dad, and Elle? :)
Okay. Well, that makes sense now.
You always like number things. That's crazy about the 1963 part. You were 12 when you met Dad? Scary to think about who I might be married to if I married anyone I met when I was 12.
I found it very funny that all of us bragged of our "being first to comment" status except Jodi. I loved your beautiful words describing your morning. Makes it seem peaceful in the midst of chaos. I need to look at things more that way sometimes.
Aunt Jan,
I love how creatively you write...it's almost like I can see and hear it...then you add beautiful pictures!
Thanks for letting me in! =)
Beth
Post a Comment