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The Tenacity of the Bristlecone Pine

The Tenaciy of a Bristlecone Pine Treet

Bristlecone pine trees are among the oldest living species of tree. The hardships in their life can be seen in their twisted forms and stunted growth, having survived droughts, fires, winds, heavy snowbanks, bitter cold, and searing heat. Even when a part of the tree suffers breakage or rot, the tree will continue to grow as long as there is some bit of surviving tissue.

We’ve spent the last few days at Great Basin National Park, situated on the Utah Nevada border just east of Ely, Nevada. We’ve been able to witness some ancient bristlecone pine trees, and have gained a new appreciation for their majesty. We also saw a Bristlecone Pines in Bryce Canyon and in Cedar Break, two of our recent stops although their majesty didn’t quite register there as it has here.  Here at Great Basin National Park, we walked a small interpretive trail on our hike to the glacier. The trail winds through a small grove of these beautiful trees, and we learned much from the informative signs along the trail.

Of the many traits of these trees, the one I think of most often is Tenacity. These trees are tenacious, overcoming challenges year after year to fulfill the full measure of their creation. The results of their work can be seen in the beautiful forms they create as they grow.

Bristlecone Pines are not tall trees, but cannot be viewed as weak. The twisted wood of their trunks and branches can only be viewed as muscular, strong, and stalwart.

If I were a tree, would I have that much tenacity? Would I be able to hold on through think and thin? What of my life now? Am I diligent in striving to reach the full measure of MY creation? I believe that God has a plan for our lives, and that our efforts to follow that plan are rewarded with peace and happiness, both in this life and in the eternities.

I hope that someday, I can look back at my life and see something as majestic as a Bristlecone Pine.

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Everyone Else in the Campground Probably Thinks We are Really Weird

Everyone Else in the Campground Probably Thinks We are Really Weird

Sometimes I wonder what other people think when they see us. Especially on Sundays. Let’s face it – most people go to a campground on the weekend to get away. A mini vacation is just what some (okay, a lot) of us need after a stressful week. Pull out the camper, pack up the s’mores, buy the firewood and off they go! Everyone else sits around the campfires in the evenings, or plays games by the lantern light on the picnic table. The family next to us tonight is even having an outdoor movie night. Something Christmas-y.

We’re different. Most of the time we’re inside at night (hopefully that will change come summer). We rarely build a fire and roast s’mores because I hate everyone climbing into their sheets smelling like smoke (I just washed those!). We don’t go the campground to get away, because, well, we ARE away.

We are living, and part of that living includes going to 3 hours of church every Sunday. We don’t just believe our faith, we LIVE it. So we go. We shower the kids Saturday night, and Sunday morning (hopefully not TOO early) the girls put on the dresses, the boys don their ties and we drive anywhere from 10 minutes to 45 minutes to the closest LDS meeting house.

One Sunday afternoon in a particularly remote campsite, Sam decided to call his mom to catch up, and since we didn’t get very good cell reception went roaming the campground in his white shirt & tie trying to get a signal. He walked past the couples lounging in shorts and t-shirts outside their campers, past those in swimsuits on their way to the beach, and the families with smaller children out riding their bikes. He didn’t think twice about it until he got back and said to me, “I wonder if everyone else thinks we are really weird?”

Maybe they do, but this is our life. We are going to live it.