Mountain Dreams

A Mountain dream.
Floating memories caught on film.

Some slivers of the glass dream are still stuck in the frame. One, a piece of the Colorado Rocky Mountain sky. Crisp air. Standing in the clouds. The long thick brown hair of a beautiful mother. Rushing ice streams. Wildflowers.  Dad’s thick moustache. Snow caps. Big brother and younger brother…my best friends.

I remember one thing….I think…

Laying in the back seat of the car. An upward gaze through the window. Diamond stars twinkle in the Colorado sky. Silloutes of tall pines whoosh by in a rhythm. I sing a low song to myself…over and over…a Pebbles and Bam Bam tune…

“So let the sun shine in
Face it with a grin
Smilers never lose
And frowners never win
So let the sun shine in
Face it with a grin
Open up your heart and let the sun shine in”

We were a family, strong and young. Safety. Tradition. Love. Forever.

Days whoosh by in a life rhythm…gone forever. A memory like colorful tactile fingerpainting produced in the mind of a singing child while laying in the back seat of a moving car. Tender. Natural. Blissful. Whimsical.


God’s plan worked in and out and through. Crushing. Stirring. Forming. Renewing.

We are another family now. Different. Detatched. Expanded.

Fragile at first, but tempered by the years to become strong…redeemed. Swatches of the past, saved, cherished, waiting to be whole again. A patchwork sewn by God’s own hand. Colors, patterns coming together. A cover of love, not earthly, but divine. Creative. Beautiful. Wise. Useful. Warm.

Mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers, in abundance! Also, husband and children…a sacred ministry.

Living together in lovely days. Safety. Tradition. Love. Forever.

An early Sunday morning flight to Heaven. Again, SHATTERED!

Another mountain dream. Guided by the Spirit with the twinkling stars from a distant night sky recollection. Looking for home…a real home…nature’s cathedral in which to sit at His feet for worship and rest. Love. Comfort. Sleep. Peace.

Colorful memories sketched, painted, framed, and mounted.

Blue sky. Forest pines growing on a mountain side. Children, pink cheeks and ears, sledding in powder for hours. Loving the daily breathtaking drive up, up, up, and then down, down, down. White caps hiding in white clouds. Tears. Groanings. Prayers. Made up songs of a little girl in the back seat…like the little shadow girl in a memory. Snow ice cream. Expressive questions of a shy boy. An older one quick to notice every mountain goat, deer, or elk. A downward view of jagged rocks and lakes. Fishing. Canada Geese. Hearts full of joy…and sorrow. Gazing upon creation! Healing.

Breathing the breath of God. Living again. Rest found in the Holy One.

A friend. A love. True religion. Not just a silhoutte or shadow, but a man. Tall, strong, wise. He stepped out of a mountain dream and into the reality of family…hard work and love. Michael…like God…love. Redeeming the days that whoosh by together in love’s life rhythm.

Another family. Fragile, but strong in Christ. A tapestry woven by a Spirit Father. Colorful threads layed in, and over, and through to create a picture of Him….of Love.
Creative. Beautiful. Wise. Useful. Warm.

More mothers, sisters, brothers, fathers. Also, husband, children, and grandchildren! Miracle.

God’s restoration and grace.

 I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come? 
My help comes from the Lord,
who made heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1-2

~ by dyingtoproduce on June 24, 2010.

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