A Blaze of Glory

Yesterday morning we left Charlotte at 5:30. That took us to the mountains at sunrise. The sky in the east was spectacular, awash in shades of rose and pale gold. The view to the west was even more startling. Every mountain slope, every bare tree, every pine was blazing red. Not since we drove past the Alaska Highway glaciers at daybreak have we seen such a splendid reflection of the rising sun. The kaleidoscope of glory lasted several minutes; the memory might last a lifetime. Sky views like that always remind me of my grandmother Esther. She was so sure that Jesus would return in her lifetime that she would gasp in wonder at such a sight, then ask in Swedish, "Oh, are you coming now?"

The trip was pleasant. Chuck insisted on driving the entire way, even though I was capable. In fact, I napped only about half an hour. Spent quite a bit of time on the phone connecting with family and friends.

Last evening with Sue and Jeff was lovely, and now we're looking forward to worship with them at Spring Arbor Free Methodist Church. Every time there is enriching.

Have a blessed Sunday.
Love,
Carol