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Campfire with montana gramma

Hi children! it’s story time at the campfire, so gather around

Here in Montana, it's round-up time for the cowboys. That's when they go out into the mountains and drive the cattle down to their home pasture. All summer long, the cows run wild up in the mountains where the grass is thick and green. But when the weather starts to get cool and the trees start to turn yellow and red, it's round-up time. The older cows all know this. So they start heading back down the mountain on their own.

One morning when Papa and I were sound asleep, a loud "MOO" woke us up. Our eyes popped open. There, staring in our bedroom window, was a neighbor's cow! The cow was in the flower garden!

We jumped out of bed, grabbed our robes and flip-flops, and raced out of the house. I went one way, and Papa went another way in order to corner the critter.

I ran toward the cow yelling, "Haw!" and clapping my hands.

The cow jumped and took off running. But she wasn't running toward the gate like we wanted. She was headed toward the creek. I raced around and steered her back. Papa kept her from running behind the house. It took a while, but we finally chased her out and shut the gate.

Whew! What a lot of work! Now our flowers and lawn were safe . . . except that now there was a cow pie in the middle of the lawn to clean up. Cows can be so messy!

You know, boys and girls, bad thoughts and actions are a lot like cows. They can sneak up on us when we aren't looking and, "BOO!" Suddenly they're up close! So when we hear bad ideas or think bad thoughts, we need to chase them away as fast as we can! Then we close the gate of our heart against bad ideas and think about good things instead.

Paul the Apostle told some people who lived in Philippi, "Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise . . . Then the God of peace will be with you." Philippians 4:8-9, NLT

Those are words to live by!

Until our next campfire . . .

Hugs & kisses,

Montana Gramma