Monday, October 20, 2008

Destination Detours








We decided to take a day trip to Georgetown from Evergreen. Our first stop would be a visit to Don's jewelry store. We have become quite fond of him, and his generous bargains. I found some unique treasures, closed the deal, and we headed out of town towards the pass. Then things got interesting...the pass was closed until 3 o'clock. It would mean several hours before we could pass. So, the Holy Ghost destination detour began. We found ourselves on a road that we had not traveled before. It took us by a beautiful old cemetery full of fenced off family plots. Some of the family markers were late 1700, 1800's. The various wrought iron designs seemed to frame the autumn colors as well. I took in the history, warmth, and artistry of the resting places set amidst the gorgeous hues of fall mountains. The tombstones were marked with a wide array of ages from babies to quite old, and family names; some of the founding fathers of Georgetown.

We so often 'plan' a destination only to find we have been shaken off course. Perhaps it was God laughing at us; there is nothing funnier than man making a plan. He led us down a different road that showered us with peaceful blessings as we pondered the generations that had gone before in this beautiful little mountain town.

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My days are like the evening shadow;
I wither away like grass.
But you, O Lord, sit enthroned forever;
your renown endures through all generations.
Psalm 102:11

Obscured





Somehow, even with a pre-mailed package of foods and a checklist for my baggage, I got to Evergreen without my gluten-free bread and bun mix. This has become a staple for my diet, so I had a panic attack trying to find it to make pizza dough one night for dinner. But I have been eating gluten-free three years now, so was able to Plan B a way out of the dilemma. We made baked spaghetti with the homemade pizza sauce and topped it with the pizza cheese. It was delicious and reminded me of the baked casseroles Valentino's made in Nebraska.

Back to the bun mix~~we packed up the 4-runner and headed to Crested Butte for our three-day girl trip. Upon our arrival we transversed the streets enjoying the colorful storefronts. We asked a local fellow if there was a health food store in town. I thought I might still be able to make my homemade tortilla for our quesadillas dinner, or at least find some corn tortillas as a second choice if they didn't carry my mix. The store clerk told me they did not carry the product, but shared with my friend that a young lady who had just been diagnosed with celiac was in the store and perhaps I could give her some suggestions about products.

We were introduced, and I could smell the Holy Ghost set-up. It became clear that the 'mix' didn't make it so I would meet this woman in this shop while looking for it. She seemed overwhelmed with the limitations, looking a little like a deer in the headlights. She shared with me that she hadn't eaten all day because she just didn't know what was safe to eat! I remember that feeling...and the learning curve to educate myself. Our food supply seems to have gluten hidden in everything. Thank goodness, due to new labeling regulations, it is easier to feel secure about food choices. However, sometimes I still get this feeling that I am going to starve to death before I can sink my teeth into something that tastes good and does not have some obscure ingredient that will turn into a plethora of physical consequences.

I was able to encourage the young lady by sharing some book and product favorites. I got her e-mail address to send some information and perhaps function as a mentor who has successfully navigated the rough waters. I eat very well now, and seldom get discouraged. I feel much better, and actually prefer eating at home because I have control over any possible contamination. Of course, it saves money to eat at home, too.

I found A's address tucked away in all my travel papers, so I will send her some more helpful hints today. I have been praying for her health and exciting new adventures in exploring new choices. I remember that it is hard to see God in the picture at times of struggle. But He never leaves us. He seems obscured, but He is there.

The coyote, the bull elk, the young deer...were not immediately seen. But a slight movement drew my eye to them. Also a Holy Ghost set-up, I know why he knitted these photos together for his purpose.
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Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.

Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Matt. 7:7-9
(It just occurred to me I was in that store asking for bread mix! Does God have a sense of humor or what!!??)

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Cathedrals







I experienced each of these views last week in Colorado as nothing less than nature's cathedrals...
PRAISE THE LORD!

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Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth.
Worship the LORD with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Both Sides Now





I went to see the aspen glow...
as well, God gave a dust of snow.
So blessed to see them both sides now,
I really thank my God for all.
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This little aspen island lives in the valley close to the cabin we stayed in south of Crested Butte. I got a before and after picture of its sweetness as it was dressed in its winter jacket. This is the first fall trip, because of the later timing, that I was able to experience the transition of seasons so radiantly displayed through the mountains and valleys of Colorado.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Sensory Overload






I had made some stir fry and baked rice and raisin custard the night before. I dished out a scoop of the leftover custard and warmed it in the microwave. Taking my hot cereal outside, all my senses seemed to be in overdrive. Having lived in Texas for 20 years, I rarely get the opportunity of having a cold nose in tandem with the steam rising from a hot cereal laden with sugar and cinnamon. As I walked the perimeter of the cabin I could see and hear the last quake of hundreds of aspen leaves raining to the ground. Then I finished my tasty breakfast just in time to visit with the deer and fox that came to see if there was any critter crunch to munch for their breakfast. The wonderful assault on my senses through the colors, smells, sounds and tastes that morning on the mountain will always be a treasured memory to revisit in my waking and sleeping dreams. The Father reveals his love for us through such incredible, spectacular simplicity. I have delighted in the depth of His love given to me in the autumn forest morning.

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Arise and shine, for the light has come.
The glory of the Lord has risen upon thee!