Still Not Over It.

Readers,

There is something that I can’t stop thinking about. Lately, I’ve been hooked on journaling and reflecting and usually that takes the form of me writing letters to God. It’s so eye-opening, sometimes I have to write Him a letter three times a day. It’s just about the things that are going on in my head, but it’s calming and refreshing and I’ve been addicted ever since I started journaling at the beginning of last summer.

Something that I’ve been praying and writing letters about lately is where I feel closest to God. The Holland State Park on the beach is one of those places, as well as Hope’s Pine Grove. But one place that I feel the absolute closest to God (as in I feel like I’ve died, gone to heaven, and God is holding me in His arms) is somewhere that I’ve only spent five days time in: Colorado.

I’ve done a previous blog post about Colorado and how my family and I got to take my sister out there for her to be a camp counselor. It is safe to say that this was the most amazing traveling experience I’ve had in my life – the beauty there is unmatched to anywhere else. I’ve never experienced some of the things in Michigan that Colorado had to offer me while I was there. Michigan is beautiful in its own way, but Colorado’s beauty is a different thing altogether. Never have I experienced God in such abundance. I saw him everywhere.

Let me explain this picture. The location is at the beginning of Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado. It is a the very top of a mountain and has the most gorgeous view I’ve ever seen. I took it when my heart was about to explode from God’s presence and movement in me. I don’t think such a palate of colors ever existed until God created this spot. I don’t think there were ever so many textures, layers, and awe-inspiring highs and lows until it existed. Honesty time: I almost started crying when I took this picture because my heart was so full, and I still get teary eyed as I see it whenever I open my laptop (it’s my laptop’s background).

I didn’t really have a point to prove or a theme in mind when I started writing this post, I just thought I’d reminisce on Colorado and see where it took me, but I think that from writing this, I’ve discovered a hope that I have for everyone.  My hope for everyone is that they can find a place that they feel closest to God, where they feel His movement more than ever. Whether that place be a job, a hobby, or a state, I hope everyone can feel their heart being filled like mine was when I was in Colorado.

Another thing I think I’ve learned through writing this is that the point of my life is to find places where I feel closest to God and live into those places and work with what He has to offer me there. I don’t know if God is calling me to move to Colorado after I graduate or what He’s even calling me to do tomorrow. All I know is that, in Colorado, I feel Him, I see Him, and I understand Him just a little better than anywhere else. I want to be filled up constantly like I was when I was standing on top of that mountain, and if that’s where God fills me up most, then that’s where I want to be.

Thanks for lending a listening ear, Readers. You’ve really inspired me today. 🙂

Until next time!

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