Every time I think of John Denver I think of Colorado. And vice-versa. So it seems fitting that I have 'Rocky Mountain High' lyrics bouncing through my head today as Rene and I prepare for a 3-day trip to Denver, CO. We are making the trip in order to put our faces behind the resumes that we have been sending out for the past few weeks.
This image represents what started it all: a trip on the ski-lift over our Thanksgiving holiday in 2005. We had been snowboarding for a while that day when all of a sudden it began to snow...and it wasn't just a casual flake here and there, it was a full-on dumping. I looked at Rene seated to my left and said, "That's it...we're moving!" It was then that I decided Colorado needed to be our future home.
And here we are, preparing to pack our bags for our 8:05am flight to Denver. We will be looking at a couple of clinics for Rene and I will be revisiting a contact at an exhibit house. We're excited and a little nervous about everything involving relocation but we know that if it's in our plan to move, that God will open the right doors for us. I look forward to what the next few months hold in store and I'll have updates upon our return.
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I had an experience like that once too - the snow thing. I was a freshman at the University of Illinois, sleeping soundly under my electric blanket in the "dorm room" of our fraternity house, when I was awakened by small drops of water on my face. Most of the windows in our dorm room were broken out and the snow was blowing in and melting as it hit me in the face. I did get up and enjoy watching an early morning snowfall. I think that we didn't even have classes that day, the first time in over 20 years that the U of I had a "snow" day. All that being said, my experience was neither visionary or prophetic, just snow.
I hope that the Lord directs you as you and Rene seek His good pleasing and perfect will for your lives.
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