Didn’t Have to Die to Go to Heaven.
Have you ever wanted to turn down the volume on your world? Go where there is no noise, no distraction, no demand on your attention?
I do. All the time.
Last week that blessed opportunity arrived and I headed to Music Meadows Ranch in the Wet Mountain Valley near Westcliffe, Colorado.
Paradise in the pines.
Rustic beauty.
Peace in the absence of clamor and crowds (though high-speed internet was available if I wanted it).
Quiet – other than the breeze whispering through the aspens, a nearby trickling creek, and the distant bugle of a bull elk.
Heaven. On. Earth. At least for a cowboy-loving writer like me.
I made coffee on a gas stove the old-fashioned way. Ate the best chili I’ve ever had that was left by the proprietor for my dining enjoyment.
Rode horseback into the aspen-draped hills.
Slept like a contented, new-born calf.
Because of this special blessing, I returned home a little more complete, where earlier I had been lacking.
If Jesus – without e-mail, cellphones, or computers – retreated to a quiet place, how much more do you suppose we need solitude?
Getting completely away is an infrequent luxury. So when we can’t, how do we find a quiet moment or a quiet place?
Where – or when – do you go to find solitude? How do you catch the quiet time to refill and refresh your spirit in our noisy world?
“Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.”
#lovingthecowboy
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