Colorado is so beautiful. Today after crying on the phone with my mom I layed in the sun reading some scripture and just relaxing and daydreaming about having a full time job I fully embraced and loved. My dad thinks that I am afraid of applying myself to find a full-time job, or pursue a career, and I am starting to think he is right. I think that I may be getting my period soon, and I haven’t slept well the past two nights, which greatly exasperates all my emotions. Dad came home from work and we decided to go to Boulder, which isn’t that far away from where he lives somewhere in East Denver. Everytime I come to Colorado it grows on me more, the beauty of the mountains and the kinds of people it draws being the only things that I am really fond of. We stopped and got tacos and a burrito bowl from a Mexican place as soon as we got there because we were both hungry, and then my dad decided he really wanted a massage. I realized while I was getting the massage and had plenty of time to sort through some thoughts that there is a chance I may have accidentally planted this idea in his head by complaining about how bad my neck hurt for the past two days after sleeping on it wrong. I didn’t really want to get an hour long massage because we were next to some gorgeous mountains and the sun was still bright and I wanted to go and explore, but he insisted and I obliged. My stomach was full of Mexican food to the point where sometimes I felt uncomfortable during it. This woman worked absolute magic on my sore neck. I was quite nervous going in that the massage was going to hurt more than be relaxing because of my neck pain, and at times it did to the point that I was gripping the bottom of the blanket under the table and trying to brave the 10-15 seconds of intense work she was doing, knowing it had to be over soon, but it turns out this woman KNEW what she was doing because my neck felt essentially perfect when I left. I was pretty amazed. My massage therapist's name was Joy and she was sweet and funny. At one point she was sitting on top of my bum to massage my back and I found that to be quite hilarious. When we were done it was drizzling outside but quickly cleared up. We drove up the mountain right by Boulder and drank in the glorious pine-covered curvy mountains. We saw some baby foxes and took lots of great pictures. On the way down my dad got yelled at by a biker to “pay attention to the roads” which really got to my dad. We drove home and I read some Psalms out loud in the car. I felt restored today, after the bad start that I had this morning. Life is such a gift, there is so much to delight in, so much beauty and interesting and lovely things all around us. I am so lucky and so blessed to be able to go to Colorado, to spend time with my dad without many worries or problems. To enjoy Mexican food and massages and drives in the mountains, to laugh at my dad’s silly tendencies and sometimes even his jokes. Life is so simply good, and anytime that I get swept into any emotion besides pure gratitude and amazement, hope and faith, I feel so silly and stupid. God is faithful to me, I am taken care of, God will lead and guide me into more and more of his plan for my life, providing everything I need in due time (while I also diligently seek his will and seek what he has for my life).
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