Morning Gift

Sometimes in the early hours of a new day

God surprises me with an exquisite gift.

Like this morning's sunrise.

"Also, the sun rises and the sun sets; 

And hastening to its place it rises there again."

Ecclesiastes 1:5

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Pastel And Pines

Ponderosa pines surround our cabin. 

The pastel morning sky 

seen through their feathery boughs 

reminds me of the Lord's words:

"Be still and know that I am God." (Psalm 46:10 NIV)

Blessings,

Nancy

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Morning Comfort

When I looked out the window this morning, I saw a sky washed in blue with hints of pink. Very soft and soothing; like a pretty down comforter. This sky shot is quite a contrast to the vibrant colors of yesterday's photo. But it just goes to show that each morning is new and different. We don't know what the day will bring, 

but we can choose to enter it with joyful expectancy. 

"The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours.  No matter how weary or dreary you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies before you, absolutely anything may happen.  And the fact that it practically always doesn't, matters not a jot.  

The possibility is always there."  

~Monica Baldwin

 "The LORD’S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, 

For His compassions never fail. 

They are new every morning; 

Great is Your faithfulness." 

Lamentations 3:22-23

Blessings,

Nancy

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God's Painting

The Colorado morning skies are some of the most spectacular I have ever seen.
This unedited photo -- taken from my front porch -- reveals to me that God's artistic hand is unmatchable.

“The heavens are telling of the glory of God; 

And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands.”

Psalm 19:1


Blessings,
Nancy

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Morning Glory

"The heavens are telling of the glory of God;

And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands."

Psalm 19:1

“The psalmist paints an unforgettable scene of the horizon
exploding in vigorous, radiant sunrise."
—Konrad Schaefer, Psalms, Berit Olam
(Collegeville, Minn.: Liturgical Press, 2001), 45.

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A Longfellow Morning

I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch

Was glorious with the sun's returning march,

And woods were brightened, and soft gales

Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.

Blahg, Blahg, Blahg

A man I met at a New Year's Eve party asked, "What sort of things do you write?"  

"Oh, I'm working on a novel. And I blog and write daily devotionals."

He politely asked what my book is about, and I described it.

"So about blogs. Would you say they're like an ongoing Christmas letter?"

His question took me by surprise. Christmas letter?

I've never considered Joyful Altitude akin to the continuation of a letter sent to friends and family at Christmas. Certainly it's a type of journal; a recording of my life. But somehow I've hoped it would be more. That it would entertain the reader, as well as enlighten. Give inspiration and offer comfort. And that my words and photos would give glory to God. But maybe I think more highly than I ought to about my writing and photography. Maybe it's just "yada-yada-yada" or "blah-blah-blah". 

But then, again, over Sunday lunch a friend mentioned to me that I'm not blogging enough. She's a faithful reader and would like to see more frequent posts. I appreciate the fact that anyone would willingly read what I write, so for someone to actually ask for more makes me fairly delirious with joy. 

Speaking of delirious joy, that's what I felt last Wednesday morning while driving through Big Thompson Canyon with Dennis. This stunning sunrise took my breath away. . .

I never take for granted the beauty of my surroundings. Yesterday I thought about how dramatic the seasonal changes are in RMNP. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, so they say, here are photos I've taken of the Alluvial Fan in. . .


July

October

December

When Spring arrives, I'll take another photograph to complete the Four Season set. Then I think I'll make prints and frame them. Better yet, maybe I can get Dennis to paint them for me.

In the meantime, I'm going to  keep on blahging.

“Praise be to the name of God for ever and ever; 

   wisdom and power are his. 

 He changes times and seasons; 

   he deposes kings and raises up others. 

He gives wisdom to the wise 

   and knowledge to the discerning."

Daniel 2:20-21