Musings at Altitude

On rare days, for some strange and unknown but probably not so coincidental reason, everything seems to be perfectly aligned:

It’s a little bit gloomy today, a bit drizzly too in spots.

But I’m smiling.

I have my morning quad grande soy with whip caramel machiato, and the labels are lined up with the drinking spout on the lid, and life is good!

It’s hard not to smile when things are pefectly aligned.

It’s hard not to smile when the prayers before every meeting resulted in patience and softness in the discussion that would not have happened otherwise.

It’s hard not to smile when the daily Bible readings have direct meaning to the issues that I’m facing and calm is provided in advance of any possible storms.

And it’s hard not to smile when I’m over 2,500 miles away from my family and yet I’m just a text message, phone call or fun picture away from the counsel and love that I need when I feel the burdens of this world pressing down on me and desperately seek that reassurance that comes from family and close friends.

Life is good.

It’s hard not to smile!