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.