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Enjoyment


The days are counting down to the girl's ski trip. Only three more nights and I will lay my eyes on the beauty of the Rocky Mountains. It has been years since I have seen the Rockies, much less spent time skiing there.

I can't wait to look up at the mountain peaks as I leave the Denver airport. I look forward to the crisp, cold air...breathing the freshness into my lungs. I love the way the sun goes down in the mountains, quickly and the night comes before you know it. I can't wait to hear the crackle of the fire in the lodge, the warm drinks, and the laughter of having fun. I am eager to take the lift to the top of a mountain, looking down and all around and seeing the beauty of God's fantastic creation...the snow, the trees, the rocks, and the steep amazing mountain range. I hope that I stay upright as I slide down the mountainside on two long sticks, trying to keep my balance, going faster than I feel comfortable with, and hearing the swoosh of the snow as my skis move along top of it.

It will be fun to play. It will be fun to laugh. I look forward to spending social time with ones I work hard with. It will be a pleasure to relax with ladies who I have gotten to know well by solving problems with, sitting in meetings with, brainstorming with and trying to make it through a difficult work day with.

God created us to work and to enjoy life. I am blessed to have the ability to do both, relationships that mingle together.

So I commend the enjoyment of life, because nothing is better for a man under the sun than to eat and drink and be glad. Then joy will accompany him in his work all the days of the life God has given him under the sun. Ecclesiastes 8:15


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Anonymous said…
Have fun! Enjoy! Remember to fall UP the mountain!

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