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The Stranger


A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small Tennessee town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. Mom taught me to love the Word of God. Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spellbound for hours each evening. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Bill and me to our first major league baseball game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars.

The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn’t seem to mind, but sometimes Mom would quietly get up – while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places – and go to her room read her Bible and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.

You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt an obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house – not from us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four-letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm. To my knowledge the stranger was never confronted.

My dad was a teetotaler who didn’t permit alcohol in his home – not even for cooking. But the stranger felt he needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (too much too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I know now that my early concepts of the man/woman relationship were influenced by the stranger.

As I look back, I believe it was the grace of God that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my parents. Yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave.

More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Morningside Drive. But if I were to walk into my parents’ den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name? We always called him “TV”.

He has a sister now. Her name is “computer”.

(Author Unknown, but seems to have appeared in circulation on the internet around 2007)

Just something to think about: What we allow to enter our minds also enters our hearts. And from our hearts, our life flows. What’s flowing from you?

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The Gift


The Gift

Christmas is a time of giving gifts. The word gift is defined as: “a thing given willingly to someone without payment. “ God is the original gift giver.

To begin with, we are given the gift of life. There is also the precious gift to a parent of a child. Likewise, there is a precious gift to a child of a parent. There are gifts known as husband, wife, brother, sister, and friend.

Throughout our lives, we are blessed with many gifts. There are gifts of health, a happy home, companionship, fresh air, beautiful scenery, sunshine and pure water.

There are also material gifts, things we call presents. These can even be in the form of a service of some type.

Then there are the gifts of the spirit: Compassion, forgiveness, acceptance, kindness, loyalty, integrity, charity.

Of all the different gifts there are, the most precious gifts ever known, are God’s mercy, salvation, and His great love for us. The birth of Christ Jesus is the gift given to us, so that we may have everlasting life with our Creator.

In the busy hustle and bustle of the Christmas season, while we are scrambling through the shopping malls, or searching online, trying desperately to fulfill our goals of gifts to give, let us not forget to be thankful for the gift given us that night long ago; the gift of a precious newborn baby boy, lying in a manger; the child that came to die for our sins, paying the debt we owe. Let us not forget to wish our Savior a “Happy Birthday”, since it is His birthday we are celebrating.

The simplest of gifts, a “thank you” and a “Happy Birthday” doesn’t seem like much. But when it’s wrapped in our hearts and given with joy, it’s a gift that Jesus loves.

As a gift to all of my readers, I’m sharing this video of Cloverton’s beautiful Christmas version of “Hallelujah”. I hope you enjoy it, and God bless! – Amber

 

What Is Thanksgiving?


For the past couple of weeks I’ve been listening to ads on TV and radio regarding the upcoming Black Friday deals, and this new assault in the retail industry of stores opening on Thanksgiving Day. It makes me sick in my heart!

First, let me say that I have nothing against people wanting to make the most of their hard earned money, in getting “good deals”. But how far are we willing to go?

I have found myself feeling angry and insulted over all this commercialism in our country. Recently I read an article in the Huffington Post titled “If You Shop on Thanksgiving, You Are Part of the Problem” by Matt Walsh. In the article Mr. Walsh talked about commercialism and consumerism. He also mentioned the sacrifices made, whether forced by employers or willingly for extra money, of the workers that will be manning the stores open on Thanksgiving and Black Friday. I realized that this aspect is part of the reason that I felt angry. There is a tone of greed and gluttony in all this, and it just makes me sad.

But as I thought about it, I also realized that there was another part of it that was even deeper rooted in my soul.

I began to think about the meaning of thanksgiving. Not in the traditional sense of what the holiday is for, but what the meaning of being thankful is.

Thankful as defined by Webster’s Dictionary says: “impressed with a sense of kindness received, and ready to acknowledge it; grateful”.

Ok, that’s a pretty simple and straightforward explanation of the word. But what does it look like, what is thankfulness?

This is only a small portion of what I’ve come up with…so far:

Thankfulness is when you haven’t eaten for days and don’t know when, or if you will eat again. Suddenly a truck filled with food pulls up and strangers start giving the food away, for free!

Thankfulness is when you can’t feel your feet anymore because they are so cold from all the holes in your worn out shoes, and a stranger takes you into a store and buys you a pair of warm boots and new socks.

Thankfulness is when you lose a loved one, and your friends rally around you to offer comfort.

Thankfulness is when you feel so alone in the world, like no one cares, and out of the blue a small child appears with a warm smile and hugs you for no reason.

Thankfulness is when the doctor calls to say the test shows it is not cancer.

Thankfulness is having a home to come home to.

Thankfulness is when you watch your family sleeping peacefully, knowing they are safe and secure, and have what they need.

For me personally, three years ago, I learned the true meaning of what it is to be thankful. (Thank-full, so full of thanks that it has to come out, or I’ll explode!) After watching my youngest son die, and then being miraculously revived, I was thankful. For the next twenty days in the hospital, I was thankful for each breath he took, for each time that his heart beat. I was thankful for each moment that I got to spend with him. (Not that I wasn’t thankful before the accident, but the experience changed my perspective, and my life.) I was thankful for the paramedics, the doctors and nurses, the volunteers, family and friends, and total strangers that prayed for us. I was thankful for life itself. And that feeling of gratitude was so overpowering that I had a real need to express it! Not just once and to a few people though. Above all else, I was thankful to God, because I knew He was the One who is in command. He, above all else, deserved my sincerest gratitude. Not just for my son’s life, but for EVERYTHING!

On Thanksgiving Day in 2010, I received the news that my son was expected to make a full recovery from his accident, against all odds. Shortly after that, someone remarked about what a joyful Thanksgiving Day it was. And I remember saying, “From now on, every day is Thanksgiving!

According to our history books, in 1621, the Plymouth colonists and Wampanoag Indians shared an autumn harvest feast that is acknowledged today as one of the first Thanksgiving celebrations. Then in 1863, in the midst of the Civil War, President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national Thanksgiving Day to be held each November.

Now, in 2013, it seems that most people don’t even know that this holiday was set aside as a special day of remembrance and giving thanks to our Creator for His many blessings. Instead, most often it is now being referred to as “turkey day”, and is used as a marker for the beginning of the frenzied buying season.

As I said earlier, for me, every day is Thanksgiving now. I don’t have to have a turkey on the table and all the trimmings. I don’t need a bunch of fancy decorations, or any splendid parades to say “thank You Lord, for loving me and taking care of everything”.

Thanksgiving Day is still a day that I will choose to gather together with friends and family, to share in being thankful, at least until the holiday is cancelled altogether and simply referred to as “The Day the Madhouse Shopping Begins”. But with all my heart, and my life, I will continue to give my sincerest gratitude to God, every day, for all that He is, and for all that He has so freely given.

Thank You Lord, for helping me to see in my heart, that I have so much to be thankful for, most of all, Your great love!

May all of our hearts be filled with thanksgiving, tomorrow and always.

 

 

Be A Real Man


What does it mean to be a real man and a good father?

Young boys usually learn the most from what they see and hear from their fathers. It’s natural for them to want to imitate their dad. Then they begin to learn more from the world view. There are only a few relatively short years a father has to help guide his son into becoming a grown man. Fathers, teach your sons. The role model you are is based on what is in your own heart, and is the blue print that will shape the man your son becomes. Do you want him to follow God, or the world? There is no other choice.

Do you want to teach your son to be dishonest? Let him hear you lie.

Do you want to teach your son to be rude? Let him see you treat others harshly.

Do you want to teach your son to be lazy? Let him see you get others to take care of your messes.

Do you want to teach your son to be undependable? Let him see you change your mind frequently, and not keep your promises.

Do you want to teach your son to be disobedient and defiant? Don’t follow the rules when you don’t feel like it.

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Do you want to teach your son to be honest and fair? Then show him how, be honest and fair, be a man of integrity. (1 Kings 9:4)

Do you want to teach your son to be helpful and kind? Then show him how, be a humble man of compassion. (Philippians 2:3)

Do you want to teach your son to be responsible and productive? Show him how, do your own work and help others too. (Isaiah 65:21-23)

Do you want your son to be dependable and trustworthy? Show him how, be a man of good character and be consistent. (Matthew 24:44-46)

Do you want to teach your son to follow Jesus? Then show him how, walk with Christ and your son will follow. (Luke 9:23)

Do you want to teach your son to be a real man? TEACH HIM HOW TO BE LIKE JESUS!

“…but as for me and my house, we shall serve the Lord”.  (Joshua 24:15)

Sharing Encouragement


Good morning!

As a way to say thank you to everyone that has shared their prayers and encouragement with me in my times of darkness, I want to do the same for others. It is always my goal to lift up the spirits of others, to spread hope and faith in Jesus.

It is my privilege to share the e-book version of “Faith, Hope & Miracles” for free from now through Friday night.

My life (and many others) were forever changed by the evidence of the power of God through witnessing His miracles in saving my youngest son, bringing him back to life and fully healing him. It gave me hope, strengthened my faith, and even more, gave me renewed resolve in sharing His great love with others.

From time to time, we all need some encouraging or hope, to know that Jesus is real and always with us. So please take advantage of this free offer while it lasts. And please share it, to encourage others in Christ’s love.

For a free download for Kindle, please visit http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008J0Z2FQ

I pray this day brings blessings of love, smiles, hope and friendships for you all. Thanks, and God bless! – Amber

Thank You For Your Prayers In Our Time of Grief


I want to thank everyone for their prayers for my nephew Karsten. He went Home to be with Jesus last night. His body has been freed from the pain and made whole again.

It is never an easy thing to struggle with an illness such as MS, but through out Karsten’s battle, he always tried to remain in good spirits, trusting in God to see him through. His courage and spirit touched the hearts of many people during his time here on earth, bringing hope and joy. It is that same hope and joy that will be cherished in the memories of his family in the days to come.

Please continue to keep his parents and sister in prayers, as I know their hearts are filled with a great sense of loss right now. It is never easy to loose someone you love so dearly. But I also know how our spirits can be lifted up in prayer, and that God will carry us through the pain. It will not be easy for them, I know. But God will give them strength and courage to go on, and bring peace and healing to their hearts, one day at a time.

Thank you all, and God bless. – Amber

Asking for Prayers


To family, friends, fans and followers:

I am asking for your help. This is my nephew Karsten. He has been fighting a long battle with MS, including many severe seizures. He has been in the hospital for over 2 months now, and the doctors recently said he has exhausted all possible treatments for MS, and even a new chemotherapy. But nothing is working and Karsten continues to grow weaker. He is no longer able to talk, eat or swallow, he is completely blind now, he can no longer move, and he’s been intubated for breathing after a tracheotomy. He’s also been receiving dialysis due to weakened kidneys.

Karsten (1)

While this young man’s body may be weak and broken, he has a strong heart for God. His only request has been for prayers, and so I am sharing his request. Please lift him and his family up with your prayers and love, knowing that God is mighty and capable of all things. Thank you and God bless. – Amber

For more information on Multiple Sclerosis and how you can help, please visit the National MS Society.

Only Love and Wisdom Can Prevail


With the invention of the internet and social media, today we literally have the world at our fingertips. And there is a full barrage of information available with it. It can be quite overwhelming at times. On Facebook alone there is a deluge of posts concerning everything from recipes, craft items, baby photos and such, to links to news articles regarding heinous crimes of rape, murder, torture, etc. It is the latter articles I would like to discuss.

In less than 30 minutes this morning, I read 3 different articles involving vile and evil acts committed by different individuals. And while I in no way, shape or form, condone the acts committed, there was something more that bothered me about these stories. It was in the responses left by many of the readers. Responses filled with hate.

Yes, these stories described horrible acts of violence toward innocent humans and animals. And no, I do not think these crimes should be dismissed, ignored, or go unpunished. While reading these stories a very deep sense of sorrow towards the victims was evoked in my heart, and even a sense of just rage. But I have to ask, where should that rage be focused?

I couldn’t help but notice the rage indicated in the readers’ comments. Several of the comments suggested torture, dismemberment and slow and painful death to the offenders. In these comments, the readers were exuding as much violence as the offenders themselves.

Should violence and hate be re-paid with more violence and hate? And will that solve the problem and make the world a better place for us?

The answer is no. It will not change the past, it will not make the future better, and it will not make the present any easier to live in.

The truth is that while it may be a sense of decency in a person’s heart that causes them to feel outraged over an atrocity, if they were to act on that violent rage, that seed of hatred would eventually rot away their soul. It would cause them to become no better than the very thing they hated. And the hatred continues to grow and spread. It will not make anything better, not even for the victims.

As a Christian, I was reminded of three things I have learned from the bible:

  1. To hate the sin, not the sinner. (James 5:19-20 AMP)
  2. Do not re-pay evil with evil. (1 Thessalonians 5:14-15 KJV)
  3. Overcome evil with good. (Romans 12:21 KJV)

Evil was unleashed in the world a long time ago, and it is alive and thriving at an unprecedented rate today. The enemy has many weapons and tactics to use against believers and non-believers alike, aimed directly at our hearts. He knows that if he can cause intense enough emotions in us, then we may stumble and fall into his traps.

I’ll admit, to obey the above three verses is impossible for me, apart from God’s Holy Spirit inside of me. The enemy is very clever in appealing to my sense of justice regarding what is right and fair. But through God’s wisdom I can see where the deceit is also appealing to a false sense of pride. Pride that causes me to think I have a right to sit in judgment over the sin of another. I might try to excuse that pride with thoughts such as, “I may not be perfect, but I’m not as bad as…” or “I could never do such a horrible thing myself”. And those thoughts would lead me to feeling justified in the desire to hate and seek revenge. Basically, I would be putting myself in God’s rightful place in judgment and sentencing.

The idea of forgiving those that would commit such atrocious acts of violence against an innocent being is a very hard concept to swallow. But one thing to consider is this: hate will only teach more hate and it will continue to spread to others. On the other hand, only by showing love can it be taught and spread. And forgiveness is a major part of love. It is the only way we can let go of the hate and overcome the evil.

Perhaps some of you that are reading this do not believe in God. (Don’t worry, I’m not going to try to convert you, that is not my job.) But I ask you to consider this…if you plant a tomato seed, do you expect it to grow cucumbers? Of course not. In the same manner, planting seeds of hate in your heart will not grow anything else but hate and no good can come from it. And if that is all we can show and teach, how can future generations learn anything but to hate more, becoming even more violent themselves? Isn’t inflicting that kind of hatred onto others or the next generation an act of violence in itself?

In conclusion, I ask anyone that might be reading this to consider it for a moment. Do you want to be like those offenders, spreading more violence and more hate? Or do you really want these atrocities to stop? One by one, one day at a time, we can make a difference with our own choices. Only love and wisdom can prevail.

 

 

 

 

 

A Free Signed Copy of Faith, Hope & Miracles


Good morning everyone!

I want to take a minute to thank all of you that have supported us in purchasing our book, Faith, Hope & Miracles. You have helped make a dream come true in reaching out to others to share what a mighty blessing God has given our family.

In writing this book, it has always been my intention to promote the glory of God, and to share hope and encouragement where there may be sorrow and doubt.

I am very pleased to announce that beginning today, our book is being promoted at http://www.teachingchristschildren.com/ with a chance to win a free signed copy for one lucky winner.

I am asking for your help in spreading the word, to share this with others, and also to request some feedback or comments about the book. I truly appreciate all the help you can give with this, and a BIG THANK YOU to Corine Hyman, for her help in this promotion and giveaway. Corine is a Psychologist, Author, Speaker, Trainer and Promoter with Teaching Christ’s Children.

Thank you, and God Bless! – Amber

7,165 Miles


Good morning!

I’ve been gone a while, but wanted to let everyone know that I’m back. I took my son, Christian, on an extended vacation for the summer. We flew from Alaska to Virginia and picked up my Mom’s car. When she passed away, Dad said he didn’t want to keep it and so he gave it to me. But I didn’t have a passport to be able to drive it home at the time. We decided to wait until summer and go on a road trip with it.

We spent about 10 days in Virginia, visiting with Dad and my sister, Nikol and her family. We also went to West Virginia to visit my Aunt Twila. We spent the 4th of July on the Potomac River with Nikol and her family and some friends. Everyone had a great time in the water, and then watched fireworks that night. Christian and I got sunburned, my 4th time this year. The next day we began dealing with DMV and getting things ready for our trip.

We left for Texas on July 9th to visit my other son, Daniel, and his wife Tricia. We drove along the Blue Ridge Parkway through Virginia, enjoying beautiful scenery and some wildlife. We also stopped to visit some friends along the way. Going through Tennessee and Arkansas was filled with minor thunderstorms and lots of rain. We spent 4 days in Texas enjoying cool air conditioning – these Alaskan ice cubes didn’t do too well in the 100+ degree heat. But we enjoyed our visit with Daniel & Tricia, and of course, the kitties. Daniel has recovered well from his heart surgery and is now able to do things he’s never been able to do before. What a blessing to see him so vibrant now, knowing he has another shot at a full life! We also attended a communion service at Jason’s (my oldest son) church. I talked to the music director after the service. He remembered Jason very fondly, and was very pleased to receive a copy of our book, “Faith, Hope & Miracles“. We also visited the memorial garden the church put up for Jason. It brought tears of joy to know that Jason had made such an impact on so many in his short years.

After we left Texas, we stopped for a short visit in Carlsbad, New Mexico to see an old friend. A long drive through the desert followed by a good meal made us very sleepy, so we took a short nap before continuing on to Arizona. We made it to Guadalupe Mountain Nat’l Park just as the sun was coming up. It was a beautiful desert sunrise, and we were blessed with a lone coyote’s song from nearby.

We arrived in Tucson, Arizona greeted by 107 degrees. Thank goodness for our “Frogg Toggs” and air conditioning! We had a wonderful visit with Christian’s grandma and uncle. Christian learned how to drive a golf cart and we went swimming at the pool. We also went to the local Elk’s Lodge where we met some really great folks. Christian’s Uncle Ron took us to his church for their Wednesday night service. It was much larger than what we’re used to, but it was a great service. Afterward we had a little birthday dinner for Christian, his 4th celebration this year. He had 2 in Virginia, and another in Texas. The next day I spent re-packing the car to make room for our friend, Amy. I don’t know how we managed to get so much stuff in the car!

Amy flew from Virginia to Phoenix, Arizona where we picked her up. Almost as soon as we were out of the city, we were stopping for pictures. There is so much more life in the desert than one might expect. We worked our way toward Sedona where we had hotel reservations. As evening came, we were watching a storm off in the distance. Christian had never seen a real lightning storm, so he was thoroughly impressed. We ended up driving right into the storm, so we stopped to watch the beauty. We finally arrived at the hotel late that night. The next morning found us doing some sightseeing and shopping for souvenirs. After our shopping spree, we headed on down the road through some gorgeous red cliffs, planning to stop at a natural water slide along the way. However, when we got there, there were so many people already there, we couldn’t get in. Bummer. There were cars parked all along the narrow road, making driving a little hazardous. But we still got to see spectacular views. We all agreed we would like to go back during the off season and spend some time there.

We continued on to Flagstaff, where we stopped at another motel, one with a swimming pool. Christian had been disappointed with not getting to go to the waterslide, so I had to find a place for him to go swimming. There was another storm coming in the distance, so after swimming and soaking in the hot tub, we watched another fantastic display of lightning with lots of loud thunder. One strike was so close and loud, it made Amy and Christian jump over the bed!

The next morning we left early and headed for the Grand Canyon. We spent the day driving around the South Rim and stopping at every place you can stop. The amazing views left us all with our mouths hanging open. Since I have vertigo, I had to stay back from the edges where there were no handrails, but we explored many of the different paths along the way, and took lots of pictures. When we reached the end of the park, we turned back to the visitor center in the middle of the park. From there we took the bus tour in the other direction, stopping at most of the look outs. We noticed another storm coming across the canyon. As it got closer, it began sending out powerful lightning bolts, causing many “oh’s” & “ah’s” from all of the tourists. We were advised from the park ranger that it was time to get away from the canyon’s edge as lightning can travel 10 miles and jump from the metal handrails. We stopped at the very last stop and took pictures and went into the little gift shop. When we came out, the storm was almost on top of us. Getting off the bus, we got soaked on our way back to the car. But we got to watch another impressive lightning show! After the storm was over, we drove on out of the park, deciding it was another place we would like to come back to and stay longer. We took a few hour nap in Cameron, sleeping in the car.

As the sun rose, we were on the other side of the Grand Canyon. We found a site where some ancient tribes of Indians had built there houses right into the cliffs of the mountains. As the day wore on, the scenery began to change from desert to a little more lush vegetation. We drove through Zion National Park, which was described as “like the view from the bottom of the Grand Canyon”. I was in awe of God’s handiwork all around me! Just as we were entering the park, we got to watch as firefighters were putting out a small wildfire at the top of the cliffs with the aid of a helicopter dumping buckets of water. Zion was an unplanned side trip, but I’m glad we went. The views from the edge of the Grand Canyon made me a little dizzy, and they were beautiful. But the views from Zion looking up made me realize how tiny I am in the big scope of life. It was well worth the extra time.

Our next stop was Salt Lake City. We had been collecting rocks from every state we went through, and I wanted to visit the salt flats and collect a sample of the salt. However, we never found the salt flats. We did find the Morton Salt Plant, but they wouldn’t let us take any pictures. We also met a very nice couple sitting along the roadside waiting for the full moon to rise up over the mountains. The irony of meeting those people was that they had family where Amy lives in Abingdon, and were from Alaska. It was strange, in a nice way.

We traveled through Utah, Idaho and into Wyoming in 1 day, finally arriving at Grand Teton Nat’l Park. We drove through the park until evening, then returned to Jackson Hole looking for a motel. I think we got the very last room available! Tourist season in that area is unbelievable! But we had a great day exploring and saw more wildlife along the way. I was beginning to feel a little more in my element with the mountains there. The next morning we headed on to Yellowstone Nat’l Park. We knew we couldn’t possibly see everything, so we decided to take the eastern road and head north. We saw a magnificent display of “Old Faithful” and several other geysers. We also took a short dip in one of the rivers where the hot springs flowed in, so it was really nice (except the sharp rocks…wear shoes in the river next time.) We also wanted to stop at Mammoth Hot Springs, but it was already dark by the time we arrived. There was a herd of elk walking around the little town at Mammoth, some almost close enough to pet (but we didn’t). We decided for time sake to continue driving. We made it to Boseman late that night.

While in Boseman, we decided to make another stop at a post office, to mail out some of the things we had been collecting. The car was getting so full, we were piling things up on Christian’s lap and he was not liking it. Even after mailing off a couple of boxes, we were still pretty full, so we decided no more large items. From there we mainly stuck to rocks for souvenirs.

The next day we pushed on through Montana, stopping at Lewis & Clark Caverns. Because of time limits, we didn’t get to tour the cave. So that is another item on our bucket list. We did buy a video showing parts of the tour though. We continued on into Idaho and pushed on until we were close to the Canadian border. We stopped and slept for a few hours in a WalMart parking lot outside Couer d’Alene. By this time we were all feeling the effects of being couped up in the car. We really wanted to spend more time exploring and camping, but Amy had to be in Anchorage for her flight back to Virginia soon. So we pushed on to the border.

Once we were in Canada, the scenery began to change and I felt even more at home. Our first stop was at Radium Hot Springs in Banff. As we entered the town, there was a herd of mountain sheep hanging out on the side of the road, and of course, we stopped for pictures. Then we headed on to the hot springs. As far as hot springs go, it was more of a man-made resort. But it still felt good to soak in the hot water, followed by a dip in the cool swimming pool. Christian didn’t want to get out, but we continued on a little farther. We spent the night at a campground in Jasper Nat’l Park and left early the next morning. We did a power drive into Dawson Creek where we stopped, looking for a “Milepost 0” souvenir. No luck there. It seems they don’t care so much about the building of the Alaskan Highway there anymore. We did get our pictures taken at the milepost sign in the center of town though. We drove on to Ft. Nelson and took a 4 hour nap there. When we left Ft. Nelson, I was determined to make it to Liard Hot Springs where we had made a reservation for a room at the lodge. We saw many different species of wildlife along the way, including buffalo, elk, wolves, and a couple of black bears. We arrived at the hot springs in mid afternoon and took a long soak. It was wonderful! These hot springs are left in a more natural state, which adds to the serenity and relaxation. Other than the boardwalk to the springs, and the deck with stairs leading down into the water, the rest is the natural vegetation surrounding the springs, giving the sense of still being out in the wilderness (especially with the sign at the gate reading “Warning: aggressive bear activity here”). The lower end of the springs are fed by a cold water spring, which was nice for cooling off. Most of the kids visiting the springs stayed down at that end, as the upper end is much hotter. Christian quickly abandoned Amy & I for some playtime with kids his own age. We met some really friendly and wonderful people from all over while we were there, including a teacher named Linda from one of the villages on the Kuskokwim River here in Alaska. She really made an impression on Christian with her love for rocks and geology. After a 2 hour soak, we went back to the lodge for dinner, with Linda joining us. She was such good company, and told us of a few places to stop for rock collecting. Dinner was followed by another soak in the hot springs. By the time we returned to our room, we were so completely relaxed, it didn’t take more than a few minutes to fall asleep. We enjoyed another long soak the next morning and a quick shower before taking off again.

(Sidenote: Besides Kauai, Hawaii, Liard Hot Springs is one place I would like to live.)

The next place we stopped was at the Sign Post Forest in Watson Lake. I had been there in the winter, only able to look from the road as the snow was waist deep and I couldn’t get into the “forest”. It was much bigger than I had expected. There were over 72,000 signs ranging from license plates to road signs to hand made signs. Items such as flip flops, hub caps, and snow shoes were also used to make signs. We donated our front license plate after painting our initials on it to a brand new post near one of the gateways.

After leaving Watson Lake, we headed to White Horse. We arrived at dusk, just in time to see a blazing meteor fall through the sky. It was more brilliant than anything I had ever seen! We weren’t sure if it was a meteor or a plane crashing at first, but nothing was ever said on the radio about it. (I googled it after we got home.) During the drive from Watson Lake to White Horse, I realized that the bugs in Alaska were nothing compared to what we experienced on that stretch of road. I had stop about every 20 – 30 minutes to scrape off the windshield because I couldn’t see through all the bugs! The red gas can on top of the car had turned black, along with the grill and headlights of the car. Now I understand what my Dad was talking about when he said he hated the bugs in Canada. 🙂

We did another short nap in White Horse and left about 4:30 am. We stopped briefly at Soldier’s Summit in Kluane, where the Americans and Canadians met each other in the building of the Alaskan Highway. It was a stop I had made in 1994 with my dog, Kavik. It was winter then, and there was a surreal peacefulness there. It had been surrounded by a frozen mist, and we never saw another soul there. This stop allowed me to see more of the surrounding area, but it was still a very peaceful place. Someone had put up a handwritten sign warning of a grizzly bear on the trail head just the day before, so we were on guard but still walked up the trail a little ways and took pictures.

After leaving Soldier’s Summit, we were talking about putting a note in a bottle, but wanted to do something a little different (we’re kinda weird that way). We came up with the idea of using a few of our rocks and writing notes on them, asking for their return to us if found. We put our names & addresses on them, and threw them into Beaver Creek just before crossing the border into Alaska. I don’t know if anyone will ever find them, but it would be interesting, maybe another story in the waiting about the person who finds them.

We did the typical tourist picture thing at the border, thankful that we had made it safely. By then, I was looking forward to getting home. We drove on through Tok where we were treated to another lightning storm, followed by another one in Glen Allen. We stopped along the way for more pictures, and the infamous road construction areas, finally arriving back in Palmer around 9:00 pm. God is good…we made it! 7,165 miles in all, a trip of a lifetime with my young son and a very good friend. I want to do it again, but take more time to explore. There are many places I would like to see, and God willing, we will. But if not, I am so grateful for the opportunities He has given me, to see and experience the things I have! And the wonderful fellowship along the way has left a special imprint on my heart that won’t be forgotten.

I know this post is very long, and I hope it wasn’t too boring to read. I had to write it, as a way to help me keep the places and the memories straight, and to say a special thanks to God, my Mom & Dad, and to all of those who helped make this trip possible. I’ll be posting some pictures we took along the way on my other blog, http://amberleaofalaska.wordpress.com/

Thanks for taking the time to read. I’d love to hear your comments, or if you have any suggestions for places to visit. Get out and enjoy some of God’s beauty around you, you’ll be glad you did! Take care, and God bless!

 

 

 

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