When you drive into Colorado, you’ll soon discern the faint outline of the Rocky Mountains. It’s another source of the sublime: mountains so huge that you think you’re looking into the clouds instead of the white peaks of a mountain range.
First you feel small in the expanse of the Kansas praire. Then you feel diminished by the height of the Colorado moutains. Either horizon humbles you.
We are so very tiny in this great universe. And yet we know and are known by God. It’s a wonder that keeps me living with flair. It’s a sublime truth I don’t want to forget for a single day of my life.
We finally set up our little apartment here in Colorado. My husband will take classes, and I’ll be writing and teaching others how to write with flair. With these huge mountains offering a great hug every morning, I can hardly forget the presence and power available to me.
Journal: Do you ever feel humbled by something in nature?