Happenings

Today, I'm being comforted in some melancholy way by the rumbling of thunder and the steady but unobtrusive beat of rain outside the dining room window.  It's a day that looks like the advent of Autumn, which is bound to be beautiful here in The Last Best Place.  So much has happened in the 27 days we've been here.

We have been finding an amazing sense of community with the Tams family, with whom we are staying until we find a home of our own.  We are praying that we do not find ourselves moving into a new place in the dead of winter, God forbid!  In the meantime, I've found some temporary work, and we're all just doing what we can to prepare for the needs that accompany long days indoors (during the Montana-Mega-Winter).  The ladies have been canning, among other things.  Little Mister and I have been trying our hand at wood-chopping.  Here's Mr. CJ, doing battle valiantly with his hapless victims.  He done me proud... brought a tear of joy to my eye!

Last Sunday, we traipsed around Glacier National Park for the first time -- what amazing sights!  From the minute you drive into the place, all of creation seems to shout God's praises.  Lake McDonald has to be the most pristine lake I've ever seen.

Lake McDonald

Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
Our temporary bedroom has become quite comfortable, and represents the longest "camping trip" I've ever been on.

"Chez Calvi"

(Actually, don't cry for us, Argentina -- we are very comfortable.  Most of the time we hang out in and around the Tams' home.  As it has worked out, only 4 of us are usually sleeping in the tent: Me & the Mrs., and our 12-year-old son and 5-year-old daughter, whom I very affectionately refer to as "The Puff".  Puff gets to sprawl and snore all over a queen-sized air mattress.  She ain't complainin', and she probably never had it so good!  :-)

Life isn't all blissful hear in bear country.  The Tams and we seem to be passing around a 24-hour flu bug, which has been affecting us in different ways.  It forced me home on my second day on the job... not exactly the kind of first impression I'd like to present, but I'm leaving that in the good Lord's capable hands.  He knows I can work hard... when I'm well.  I'm feeling well enough after the last 12 hours to jump back into the call-center frenzy tomorrow.


This afternoon, we're off to look into what's called a "cow share".  It works like this:

• Pay $1 to buy a "share" of a local cow.  This one happens to be pasture-fed, free range, and happy.  Happy cows, happy milk.
• This "cow share" then gives you the legal right in Montana to buy raw milk from said cow, which, despite the MSM hype, is extraordinarily good for you.

I remember paying as much as $14/gallon for raw milk in the organic stores in California.  FOURTEEN STINKIN' DOLLARS!  Aichee-wawa.  Well, no more, my friends.  Our cow share gets us delicious raw, whole milk for --- wait for it -- $5/gallon.  Man, this stuff tastes SO good, I could NOT stop drinking it when we were recently invited to a local farmer's home for dinner.  No more plasticized, homogenized, store-bought white goo for me, no sir.  My next big effort is to make home-made ice cream with raw milk.  Then, my friends... I will have arrived.  :-)

Today's Utmost

My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers

Thanks, Ozzie -- We needed that.

Psalm 34

I will bless the Lord at all times; his praise shall continually be in my mouth. My soul makes its boast in the Lord; let the humble hear and be glad. Oh, magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt his name together! I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant, and their faces shall never be ashamed. This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him and saved him out of all his troubles. The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, and delivers them. Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him! Oh, fear the Lord, you his saints, for those who fear him have no lack! The young lions suffer want and hunger; but those who seek the Lord lack no good thing. Come, O children, listen to me; I will teach you the fear of the Lord. What man is there who desires life and loves many days, that he may see good? Keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking deceit. Turn away from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it. The eyes of the Lord are toward the righteous and his ears toward their cry. The face of the Lord is against those who do evil, to cut off the memory of them from the earth. When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them out of all their troubles. The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivers him out of them all. He keeps all his bones; not one of them is broken. Affliction will slay the wicked, and those who hate the righteous will be condemned. The Lord redeems the life of his servants; none of those who take refuge in him will be condemned. http://bible.us/Ps34.1.ESV

Stool Sample

So I'm considering making my custom step stools available for purchase through this blog.  If you would like to order one, personalized with a word or phrase of your choice (in any simple font), send me an email here.  

I'm also considering making some more "Potty Thrones", as well:

Both of these items can be made of the wood of your choosing.  Prices will be based on the cost of materials.  If you know someone who may be interested, please let me know

(P.S. - sorry about the coarse post title.  I thought it was amusing.)

To the "Outback"... and back.

Today, we boldly drove where no minivan has gone before!

We drove out to what I will hereafter refer to as the "Montana Outback":  Elmo, MT!  Checked out a 40 acre parcel that was... I don't even know how to describe it!  Remote.  Scarry.  That's it.

Anyway, having survived that ordeal without a flat tire (wonder of wonders / miracle of miracles), we had some crazy/slap-happy time in the car, courtesy of the Partridge Family, driving back over the same buuuuummpy gravel roads we braved earlier.  As we left the area, we came to 2 conclusions:

1. The desire we would ultimately have for a piece of property was inversely proportionate to the density of detail in the directions on how to arrive there; and
2. We believe the Lord has been leading us to a particular area in NW MT... So let's stay there!!

 So, almost immediately after we decided to live by conclusion #2, a quaint little spot popped up on Craigslist, so we went to check it out.  It was smack in the middle of our desired area, and after having viewed it briefly, every member of the family (including Little Nugget-Baby) gave it a resounding thumbs-up, and our eyes glazed over with dreams of the future.  Yet, we are really trying to not get emotionally attached to this one.  (Yeah, right.)

Keep praying for wisdom, and we'll keep you posted.

Woke up this mornin'...

...to a brisk 39 degrees, smack in the middle of August.

I love Montana in the Summer.

For the love of dogs

I've always been a "dog person".  Even for those long stretches when I haven't owned one (say, the last 27 years), I can still appreciate how loyal to and supportive of us humans they typically are.

But never more so than the last 10 days.  No sir.  You see, for the last week and a half, my life and the lives of my family have been significantly dependent on the stout hearts, attentive ears and watchful eyes of one shepherd-mix ("Selah") and one Great Pyrenees ("Buster").  While we sleep peacefully within the wafer-thin walls of our 12' x 16' Coleman tent in the middle of the Montana wilderness (but still thankfully within the front yard of their owners' house), Selah & Buster diligently take up the night watch.  The previous owners of our friends' house said that their dogs kept them from seeing even a single predator (and hardly even a deer) anywhere near the property for the entire 8 years they lived there.

So while thousands of little "rat-terriers" get strollered around metropolises wearing embarrassing little pink monogrammed sweaters, Selah and Buster are naked, proud and aware, earning their status as "Mountain Dogs" every single day.  So tonight -- and every night -- I'm saying a little prayer of gratitude for them...

...But I still sleep with my Glock.

;-)

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

 Well, we have been in Kalispell for 1 week, as of today.  Looking around at the wonder of this countryside, and being saturated with the vibe and ethos of the local culture, I can't help but keep saying to myself, “Why didn't you do this sooner??”

The answer to that must be “It's all in the Lord's timing.”  It's best for me to just leave it at that.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night (after I've escorted one or two of the children to the bathroom), I feel compelled to focus my attention on the truth of God's word, lest I dive into a tailspin of “what if's”.  Like, “What if I can't produce an income?”, or “What if we can't find the land/living arrangements we so desire?”, and a hundred other such gremlins.  It has become an almost nightly ritual of prayer and resisting an aggressive spirit of worry and doubt.  But the Spirit of the Lord comes to my rescue, in the recesses of my mind, and I'm able to go back to sleep, as I dwell on this:

“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.  He makes me lie down in green pastures.  He leads me beside still waters.  He restores my soul.”  (Psalm 23:1-3a)

We have been intensely sharing time and space with our friends, the Tams (not their real names) since they arrived at the home they purchased from the Nez family, a couple of days after we showed up there.  The last four days have made us look like a couple pioneer families homesteading together.  I mean, no cell service, no landline phone, no paved driveway, no traffic noise, one bathroom for 13 people... For Pete's sake, even our internet service has been down for the last 48 hours!  By today's standards, most would consider this positively medieval.  For us and the Tams?  It's the whole reason we moved here.  This is how deep relationships are truly formed and solidified.  We talk together.  We cook together.  We explore together.  The kids spend so much time on the land and the trampoline that we wonder if they'll ever break for meals (they always do :-).  It feels more like Acts 2:44 than anything I've experienced in a long time.  I don't know how much longer we'll be imposing on the Tams by   “crashing their pad” and camping on their lawn.  (I do know they would lovingly deny that we are an imposition, I'm sure.)  Winter is coming, and by All Saints Day the ground will have frozen and the snow will be abundant, so I've been told.  So my humanity screams “get into a house of your own in the next 60 days, or you'll freeze or go crazy”  and “Get a job or you'll starve” or “Get a 4x4 or you'll crash on the black ice!”  See what I mean?  Just different forms of the “what if's”.  They're sanity-killers.  I mean, I either live like God will make good on His promises to care for me, or I won't.  I do believe that He loves me, and I'm choosing to prayerfully live one day at a time, and to not swallow concern beyond today.  Jesus ordered me not to.  It matters not that we are currently “houseless”: we are being well-cared-for, and we are a grateful family.

So, this Sunday will mark the first time we've had to go church-hunting in about 18 years.  It's a weird feeling.  I have the freedom to stay or go.  I don't have to attend because I'm on the staff, as I have been for the last 15 years.  We're praying that we find a fellowship that both encourages and admonishes, equally so.  Praying for a families we can minister to and be ministered by... praying for new and Christ-honoring friendships for our children.  If you've read this far, please take a moment and pray for us, that the process is a short one.

Verse

My heart is now unfolding into God's cupped hands
Though I cannot see beyond today
I'm trusting in His plans.
I need not man's accomplishments
To see me through each day:
But to acknowledge Him in all I do,
To just be still and stay.

The U-Haul is empty and our hearts are full

So many thoughts just buzzing around in my brain — as plentiful as the 'skeeters here, but not nearly as itchy!  Not sure where to start, so this will be a "stream-of-consciousness" post.  If you have any questions or comments about my ramblings, please post a comment... I'd love to hear from you!

We arrived at our "temporary home" deep in the woods near Kalispell.  Yes, there is internet, but no cell phone connection.  (We can only get that by driving 15 minutes into town.  I'm finding that being hard-to-reach has its benefits.)  We've had the amazing opportunity to meet and spend a few days with an incredible, Christ-honoring family with 9 children — the Nez family (NTRN*).  This is how selfless they were:  In the middle of their own zany-ness of having to pack up their stuff and move to Maine (to bring the gospel to the Amish there), they took half a day and helped us unload our very bloated U-Haul truck.  When we had such an overwhelming display of God's faithfulness in San Marcos, from our dear friends there who helped us pack and clean, we never imagined that the Lord would match His own kindness here by providing such amazing unpackers, here!  He is so good to us.

Our young'uns had the best time, making friends with them, before they vacated the house they sold to some friends we met long ago in SoCal.  Last night, we went with the Nez's to their friends' farm, where we had an amazing dinner.  All the meat, dairy and greens were grown on their land.  It was like a little piece of Heaven... and I've never had milk as good as that.  I must have had 5 glasses, at least.  Non-pasturized, non-homogenized, free-range, cream-top... and free (so-to-speal)!  Yum.  Our kids got a chance to try their hand at milking "Faith", the cow who survived being born in the snow.

So now, we are praying and asking/seeking/knocking for a homestead of our own.  Please join us in praying that the Lord's Name may be honored and glorified in all we do, and that He continues to turn our eyes upon Jesus... that the things of earth may grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace.


*("Not Their Real Names")