Musings at Altitude

I woke up this morning thinking about adventure.  It must have something to do with the deep pondering on the “bucket list” lately.

But my thoughts veered off into a very different direction today.

I thought about the bugs and their grand adventure in this grassy jungle:

I thought about the birds and their fearless adventures in this open sky:

And I thought about the fox that just ran across the street and his grand adventures in this overgrown (we’ve had lots of rain lately) creek bed:

And then I thought about our grand adventures – my wife driving down to Texas today; my son moving into his condo on Saturday; me flying to Alaska on Sunday. 

In many ways, we’re no different than those bugs, those birds, and that fox.  We start each day on a quest for fulfillment of some sort. 

And from the time we get out of bed till the time we climb back in, it’s one big adventure.

Today I give thanks with a very grateful heart to our magnificent Creator that provided this land of adventure for all of  us.

And now I’m off on my own grand adventure!