Sometime last fall I wrote about what I thought was the most perfect day I had ever experienced. I was in Ekalaka, Montana, and had just finished a committal service at the small cemetery on the edge of town. The sky, the breeze, the clouds, the scenery -- everything was perfection itself. Well, Thursday I had another perfect day -- at Savage, Montana. I was out walking close to the river at their Riverview Cemetery. Everything is sporting that green fuzz that tells you Spring is here. The hills are green, the trees are a lime green. Some farmers had their irrigation sprinklers going; the irrigation ditch was running full. Our Yellowstone River is running high right now -- runoff from the snow pack in the mountains. In history this was the time when the steamboats could haul their loads from St. Louis, Missouri all the way up to Fort Benton, Montana near Great Falls. The steamboats would make one trip in the spring after the ice went out on the river and again when the snow pack melted, otherwise the river was too shallow. But, history aside, it was a beautiful day. Thank you God!
A day like Thursday and last fall is the gift that comes from living in the moment. That instant when God is very near, when all your senses are on high alert and all the pieces of our busy lives shift and move into a whole.