I’m sitting in a coffeeshop in Boulder, CO, in the same chair i sat in about 3 years ago. i love it here. when my friends moved out here to plant a church, i so wanted to join them. i think part of me still does.
looking out the window, i can see the mountains. mostly. they are hidden by clouds and fog. but i know they are there. as the wind blows and the sun shines through, they become more visible.
i think my life has some mountains coming into light right now. only i can just barely make out the outline so far. i look forward to the clarity that comes with time and pursuit.
i know that sounds kind of vague, but it kind of is…
waiting for the wind,