This was one of those red-letter (or shall we say orange-letter) events in the life of the Lucas family--
when Rose bags a cow elk at 7:08 in the morning the first day of hunting season in the mountains!
She was as proud as a peacock with lots of orange feathers!
I expect more pictures later, but this is the one Jonathan texted me shortly after it happened!
This event was in the middle of some rather lesser events--including a blown tire recently on Jonathan's way to work when he hit a metal cap of a pipe in a hole in the road, thanks to city utilities leaving several such metal things on the road in an area they were working in and close to Jonathan's job site.
He had to call me to bring the spare which happened to be at home rather than in his truck. It took a few hours out of each of our day, and time spent calling city utilities and trying to get them to pay for a new tire, which required meeting the service rep and paperwork and so on.
As Scott Hubbard of Desiring God wrote, "Many of the good works in front of you today will not feel magnificent. But...not one will go unnoticed or unrewarded — from the biggest sacrifice of your comfort to the smallest deed done in faith."
https://www.desiringgod.org/articles/awaken-me-to-today
And as Marshall Segal wrote in Desiring God's "The Joy We Know Only in Suffering,"
"Real joy doesn’t have to be put-together and smiley... It is...often tear-stained and
worn out, crawling after God with whatever strength and longing we can
muster."
That phrase "crawling after God" intrigued me, maybe because there aren't very many events in my life like shooting an elk not just the first day of hunting season, but the first hour.
Most of my days are humdrum.
Day in and day out, just doing the tasks that lie before me, plus dealing with the many ordinary frustrations of having my days very often rudely interrupted with everything from having to take a spare tire 50 minutes across town
to having to run out and chase stray animals back into their pens or pastures,
sometimes too distracted with the many things going on to really spend a long time focusing on God as I'd like.
But my heart "crawls after God,"
after the toils of the day,
after most of the family has finally taken their tons of hunting paraphernalia out and have disappeared hours away to the mountains,
and things are quiet.
My tired heart crawls after God--and finds Him!
That phrase "crawling after God" intrigued me, maybe because there aren't very many events in my life like shooting an elk not just the first day of hunting season, but the first hour.
Most of my days are humdrum.
Day in and day out, just doing the tasks that lie before me, plus dealing with the many ordinary frustrations of having my days very often rudely interrupted with everything from having to take a spare tire 50 minutes across town
to having to run out and chase stray animals back into their pens or pastures,
sometimes too distracted with the many things going on to really spend a long time focusing on God as I'd like.
But my heart "crawls after God,"
after the toils of the day,
after most of the family has finally taken their tons of hunting paraphernalia out and have disappeared hours away to the mountains,
and things are quiet.
My tired heart crawls after God--and finds Him!
Good job, Rose!!!
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