2006, 2010, and now 2012…maybe.
I’m sporting a t-shirt, shorts, a flannel, trail shoes, and sunglasses. It’s a glorious and sunny day in Colorado Springs at the foothills of Rockies. One of this city’s major claims to fame is its 300 days of sunshine each year. This afternoon, I spent three hours on the Santa Fe Trail basking in it. I regret to say that I didn’t run. Much to my dismay, I haven’t been able to successfully run for more than a mile since being here at nearly 7,000 feet.
It’s true, I adore this state.
Bluebirds. Low-flying, yellow planes from the Air Force Academy. Snakes on the trail. Red, yellow, and orange leaves amidst the pines. Cactuses. Dirt. Train tracks. Fresh air. Rushing Streams. Blue skies. Mountains.
A few days ago, I met up with a good friend after months of being separated by vast oceans. In attempt to talk me into staying, Christy suggested that I take a hike in the mountains and pray…I apparently would then surely be convinced that this is where I should be. So today, I planned to do just that…with a slightly different intention, of course. I went to seek the Lord about my life (so broad, I know!) I’ve recently been wrapped up in trying to figure things out on my own…again. I’m at another turning point. I have options, but am not quite sure where to go or what to do. Other than attending the 2014 World Cup in Rio de Janeiro with Jenna Malinen, I have no solid plans. I’m still in limbo between East and West…and not simply because of the landscapes. I am being pulled by jobs, schooling, and people. As I embarked on this long hike/walk, I discovered a mistake I had made.
You see, I had taken my cell phone. I surely should have taken it for safety measures, but it quickly became a hinderance rather than a convenience. After a conversation with my sister, conversing with my car insurance agent, and taking some pictures for Instagram (guilty!), an hour had slipped through the cracks of life.
Feeling a tiny bit guilty, but more remorseful, I put the phone away and set out to follow through with my intentions. I poured my heart out in hundreds of words.
“Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us.” -Psalm 62:8
Wish I could be better at this. Once I have a “trusting/pouring session,” I find myself feeling accomplished. Soon after, I realize that I must let go of my own “power” and trust again.
Taking things day by day and asking for wisdom.
Forever grateful for family and friends who know me and speak truth about what they see for me. You’ll never know how much He uses you to impact me and help me to discern.
Will this be Colorado, Take 3? I’ll be ecstatic to write about where I end up when I know. May I know soon!
My prayer today is that you and I seek to glorify the Father and spread His fame no matter the circumstance, be it transition, hardship, or glory days.
Love from one of my favorite coffee shops.