My first Sabbath in Colorado in over 9 months.  If you have read here for any amount of time you know for years Sabbath was a weekly practice for me - every Friday, dawn to dusk.    Its time to renew that rhythm.

Grey skies and the first snowfall of the season, obscuring the peaks from my perception.  Weighty observation.

I ponder, "A rejection, or in Scripture’s strong language, a crucifixion of the natural self is the passport to everlasting life. Nothing that has not died will be resurrected." - The Weight of Glory.

There is a smoldering wick within me still.