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Colorado Dreaming: The Journey

We are a "get there" culture of people. "Are we there yet" is not a question, but an expectation that demands an answer. But in midst of getting there and a preoccupation with the destination, we have missed a miracle. The mystical is lost.  We lost the power of the mystery, while grasping at spoilers.  Our wonder is on the milk carton.  I must be intentional about the process, because I too am impatient.  If want to savor life, I must appreciate its every taste and bite.  When I am tired of the drive and making "good time" is more important that "the time" I devalue the lesson my Jesus is teaching me.  If I hope to receive the present, I must first "be present". Because more times than not, the journey is just as important as the destination.

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