the yellow backpack

amidst chaos, uncertainty, ready tears, and focus set on tomorrows, nexts, and soons, stopping and putting due focus on what is constant, steady, and unchanging was needed.  desperately needed. 

For God alone is faithful.

The stars themselves speak of His glory.
My favorite part of the day was lying under the stars by the lake with my favorite person, the Clayton Rothschild, and then seeing a shooting star showing off, dancing across the sky
[as if bright shining balls in the sky weren't impressive enough]

regardless of circumstance, stress, doctor’s report, or mood [or whatever devious distraction "Screwtape" is up to],

God is good.

Sometimes a little dance in the sky is what’s needed to get me to look down, right next beside me, and be grateful.

 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.  James 1:17

Clayton, you are a gift
and when I see you as you are,
you lead me to worship Our Lord more.

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I got my apartment key, went grocery shopping, and even went for a walk.  It’s official.  It’s happening; I’m here in Colorado Springs for the summer.

I haven’t allowed myself to fully process being here.  In some weird way it’s like I’m living in the future, and I’m trying to catch up to what’s happening so that I can fully embrace it.  That sounds dramatic though, so I’ll just rephrase and say time is flying.  Colorado here I am.

Yesterday I drove over thirteen hours with a still living fly as a passenger, crossed Kansas, and ended up with a car decorated with smashed bugs.  Then this morning I drove from Denver to Colorado Springs with the mountains in the background.  It was was powerfully elegant.

And yes, those words do go together.

There’s something majestic about mountains.  They’re powerful with their giant base but elegant in the light snowy peaks.

As I was driving, I was thinking about Matthew 17 where Jesus says that if we have faith the size of a mustard seed we should tell a mountain to move.  I gazed at the mountains and caught myself almost scoffing at the idea of moving a mountain.  Impossible.

Then here’s what I realized:  God did what was impossible (more than once too).  He redeemed.

My heart would not have moved from a cold, hard stone without the Lord’s redemption.  He can move mountains, and with faith I could move mountains.  This summer my goal isn’t to dislocate Pikes Peak (though I hope to hike it), but my goal is to do the Lord’s work.  Learn from the master, be on His team, fight His fight.

And even though I live in a physical world where I desire to be in shape, make good grades, and accumulate knowledge, I know the Lord’s work is eternal.  The mountains are powerfully elegant, but my biggest mountain to move is in my heart– a heart that is eternal.

Powerful:  the Lord will come with conviction, strength, and authority
Elegant:  the Lord will come with tenderness, gentleness, and the hand of a father.

after all, aren’t the mountains His?

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