In high altitude, take a breath.

For the next few months I will be residing 9,000 feet up in the rocky mountains on a mountain called Horn Peak. The sun is strong, the air pure, oxygen limited. It's rocky. Watch out when you walk, it's easy to sprain your ankle. I have my first sunburn and scratched-covered arms and legs from being a handy Colorado woman. I have been building campfires, making benches out of the cut down trees, moving brush. I have converted to Chaco's, t-shirt and jeans, and a bulky watch on my wrist, along with a burned peice of rope for a bracelet. I am Colorado. It's beatiful. It's free. It's simple.

Life is simple.

I have enjoyed not checking my E-mail 10 times a day. Limited communication has been refreshing. Although today curiousity began to stir in wondering what is going on beyond this mountain. Life here has settled and I have begun to think about my friends at home and wanting to make a connection again. So I thought I would take some time to invest in some decent blog updating, Facebook checking, junk E-mail deleting, etc. I don't miss the world. The pine trees, singing birds, and extreme lack of humidity is glorious. God just seems closer in the mountains.

So today I led worship for the first time, a big dream of mine. Yesterday was full of doubt and fear. Today I woke up confident in my Lord and the purpose that He has placed in my life. It went beautifully. I laughed. Smiled. Sang my heart out. Had fun.

Today I hiked up a mountain and ran through a rushing creek barefoot. It was cold. So much that my screams resembled that of a woman in labor. It hurt. But the spontaneity felt good.

In contacting my parents today via telephone, I mentioned to them the idea that I would love to live here.....

Life could be taking a turn.....