The men dug tunnels deep into its core searching for its soul, for its soul could extend a man’s life or strip it away. Their steel chipped away its veins. Their explosions hemorrhaged its body. What they sought was more elusive than gold and they pursued it. When the nights were cool and the winds were calm, they could hear the mountain quiver. They could feel it in air. #utah#goblinvalley#templemountain#uranium#desert#mountain
You don’t get to where you’re going by comparisons. “Comparison is the thief of joy” was a game changer for me in 2017. I’d spent the previous few years reconstructing my life. From lost to loved, from glutton to gospel.
One of my close friends whom I’ve looked at as a fine example of a virtuous lady, extreme in discipleship, an all around delight and “faultless” before my eyes, recently shared with me a private battle. Her husband was having an affair with a mutual friend and had left her and their kids. I was mind blown, first by her attitude about the whole thing. She was not spiritually shaken. Second, by the fact that I’d been admiring a life from the outside, unable to see the inside.
We cried together. We shared experiences. We smiled and bore testimony together. We shared what we admire about each other. We proved what women are.
And...shocker...I still admire her.
It is another testament to me that we never truly know what is going on in others’ lives. We could always say “I wish I had more of that” or “I wish I was skinny like her” or “I wish my husband did the dishes like him” but if we truly knew all the deets, we’d stop comparing. Our hill to climb will never be someone else’s and to wish for “something more” will steal the joy we should have NOW.
Get where you’re going.
Do it your way.
The end of this story is her husband returned and asked her to take him back. She did. That is a strong woman. Sometimes you’re screaming inside for someone to understand, and God sends you a friend on the outside so you can connect and lean on each other. Not to compare, but to coexist. Not to judge, but to join. Not to envy, but encourage.
Clouds move across the sky like an armada headed for war. I travel across their broadside far below, across the sands of a rocky desert, rich in the colors of a painter’s pallet.
No, it's this way, you guys!
Fun weekend in and around Moab!
They say next weekend (memorial day)is the busiest weekend of the year. This weekend was quite busy. Hotels were scarce, lots of traffic, but we had a fantastic time! The weather was beautiful, and we got a little sunburn going on, even. Great way to kick off summer, and show our Asian guests a little of Utah's beauty.