In Musings

Rocky Mountain High

In the two months since my first post on this blog, I’ve traveled home to Mississippi from an extended visit with my sister’s family in Denver, loaded up a U-Haul truck with everything I own, and moved with my dad from my childhood home to a small town on the outskirts of Grand Junction, Colorado. It’s been a whirlwind sixty days spent on the road and in hotel rooms, and I’m comfortably settled into my beautiful new home now, but I (somewhat naively) expected this move to be The Grand Turning Point in my life… and I’d be lying if I told you it’s lived up to that expectation so far.

I had hopes of reinventing myself in this new town–making new friends, getting a new job, and being the truest version of myself, but I’ve found myself facing fears and insecurities that didn’t even occur to me mere weeks ago. Granted, it’s only been a few weeks I’ve been a resident of The Centennial State, but change is the only constant in my new life here so far.

No one ever said anxiety makes sense, though, and until I find the clarity I’m searching for, I’m trusting in God to lead me–to show me the plans He has in mind for me and to put me on the path I couldn’t fathom on my own.

I leave you with this, dear Reader: “Rocky Mountain High” by the inimitable John Denver. This song has been the soundtrack of my life for a few weeks now, and I hope to find this kind of grace, peace, and the promise of a brighter future in my new hometown soon.

He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Coming home to a place he’d never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door

When he first came to the mountains his life was far away
On the road and hanging by a song
But the string’s already broken and he doesn’t really care
It keeps changing fast and it don’t last for long

Previous Post Next Post

Leave a Reply

CommentLuv badge

You may also like