


Railroad Revelations:
Our Glacier trip began, as all do, before we reached the actual park. The discoveries started when I realized that we would be leaving on Aug. 4, my father's birthday. Dad passed away in January 2013; it's been over six years. The fact that we would be traveling by train put him even more in my heart. Dad's father was a railroad guy, and from his smallest years, my dad had a fascination with trains. As a gift later in life, he received an electric train for Christmas: something he'd dreamed of as a boy but had never gotten due to meager means in their family of 11. As we boarded the train in Fargo in the wee hours, I felt Dad with me; and as the first light of day hit our eyes in Minot, N.D., a city where Dad was stationed in the U.S. Air Force, welcomed his firstborn daughter, my sister, Camille, and attended college to become a teacher, his essence flooded my soul. As we traveled west through the state I'd known him in the longest, sizing up the rolling hills Dad used to take me through on drives in the country, pointing out wildlife and the beauty of the area -- which, at the time, I didn't see -- God showed me that my father is as alive now as then, and that now and into eternity, he will be near through the love he poured into me while on earth.The Lord appeared to him from far away. I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you. (Jeremiah 31:3)

Dock Ducks:
I'd hoped to experience some wildlife while in the mountains, though the thought of being in grizzly country didn't appeal so much. We heard about the bighorn sheep that frequented the paths we were on, but the only glimpse of something like it came at the end of a boat tour at Twin Medicine, where the guide pointed out a little white dot in the mountains beyond us, mentioning that it was a "mountain goat."

"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?" (Matthew 6:26)

Time to Treasure:
Our children are now 14 to 23, and we no longer have many opportunities to all be together. Though our oldest had just started a new job and couldn't be with us, we were surprised when our two daughters, 19 and 21, said "yes" to our invitation to be part of our adventure. It took a bit of work coordinating everything, making sure work schedules didn't conflict, but in the end, I was reminded how valuable it is to just be together outside of the ordinary. The chance to discover new places, hang out at a secret beach and sort through the most magnificent array of rocks, pausing to take in the sheer beauty surrounding, refreshed the soul. God desires we share these kinds of experiences with our families, and though they are harder to come by for us these days, the effort to make it work proves priceless. Our time together seemed like a big "group hug" from God. And because my husband had just recovered from his second major (open heart) surgery three months before, that time was especially felt as a gift to treasure."Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." (Psalm 90:12)

Friendship Flashback:
Just days before our journey, I noticed a friend's Facebook post showing her in some waterfalls somewhere in the mountains and asked where she was. "Glacier." I told her we'd be arriving there soon and learned that she lives within an hour and a half. "Let me know when you're here; I'll come visit."

A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity. (Proverbs 17:17)

Mightier than Mountains:
The low point in our trip was on our first full day there. We'd just completed a beautiful hike to the lake, through a trail with gorgeous nooks and crannies, when two of our children, ahead of the pack, departed on an alternate and much longer trail. With no cell service, and all of us fairly inexperienced hikers, the consternation grew as the minutes passed. I tried praying, but it was futile. My motherly emotions took over, and it seemed that all of the fatigue that had built up getting ready for the trip, disappointments of mothering through the years, and fears of what could happen culminated in that hour of waiting.

But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you. (Psalm 5:11)

Copyright 2019 Roxane Salonen
About the Author

Roxane Salonen
Roxane B. Salonen, Fargo, North Dakota (“You betcha!”), is a wife and mother of a literal, mostly-grown handful, an award-winning children’s author and freelance writer, and a radio host, speaker, and podcaster (“ Matters of Soul Importance”). Roxane co-authored “ What Would Monica Do?” to bring hope to those bearing an all-too-common cross. Her diocesan column, “ Sidewalk Stories,” shares insights from her prolife sidewalk ministry. Visit RoxaneSalonen.com
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