I woke in the morning my sleeping bag covered in dew, the fire reduced to a smoldering, although still showing life. The sky was dark but the sun was scaling the hillside making good on its promise of another day. I was the first one up so I sat silently in my cocoon sleeping bag. I locked my eyes on the hill where the sun would show its glory. The sky swirled with colors purples yellows orange the kind of stuff brushes dream of being dipped in. Eventually the sky turned blue but the sun wasn't revealed. I'm not use to this sort of sunrise. In the flat land of Wauseon I'm guaranteed a sunrise payoff but not in the hills here. I slowly leave my cocoon of heat and make may way over to the fire I grab a couple handfuls of straw and attempt to resurrect last night's fire. After a couple heavy blows from my mouth the fire is back giving me the heat I was hoping for.
Its interesting to think about last night's fire this mornings pile of ashes but just as God turns beauty from ashes and life from death I to get a taste of my image bearing Creator as I breath new life into the dead pile.
Tents slowly unzip behind my back and coffee is placed in my hands.
sipping and stoking I leave my masterpiece and make my way towards morning devotions.
After prayer and breakfast when the morning's chill was replaced by the afternoon warmth we headed to Brush Creek there we met up with Tom, Karen, and the two boys. They were in the boat Tom hand crafted. It looked like something straight out of the Lord of the Rings. We hopped aboard and rowed to the Ohio River.
There we swung on a rope swing off an island sat on the shore chewing lunch the weather was perfect. We headed back up the creek and once dried off we shared another warm welcoming meal together.
After the meal I headed back towards Columbus. I wonder what life would look like if I were born 100 or 200 years ago.
First Aid Kit - My Silver Lining
Its interesting to think about last night's fire this mornings pile of ashes but just as God turns beauty from ashes and life from death I to get a taste of my image bearing Creator as I breath new life into the dead pile.
Tents slowly unzip behind my back and coffee is placed in my hands.
sipping and stoking I leave my masterpiece and make my way towards morning devotions.
After prayer and breakfast when the morning's chill was replaced by the afternoon warmth we headed to Brush Creek there we met up with Tom, Karen, and the two boys. They were in the boat Tom hand crafted. It looked like something straight out of the Lord of the Rings. We hopped aboard and rowed to the Ohio River.
There we swung on a rope swing off an island sat on the shore chewing lunch the weather was perfect. We headed back up the creek and once dried off we shared another warm welcoming meal together.
After the meal I headed back towards Columbus. I wonder what life would look like if I were born 100 or 200 years ago.
First Aid Kit - My Silver Lining