A Colorado Pause
The sun pressed gently through trees, warm on our skin, a quiet promise that life goes on—even when clouds roll in. Have you ever noticed how the sun is always there, just beyond the sky-ceiling. And for me, that gives me a kind of peace I didn’t know I needed, until I noticed it.
We left Dallas early this past Friday morning, me driving, Mom and the kids asleep and resting at first. It wasn’t long into the drive that silence—except for my thoughts and the radio—became chattering in the car—laughter, stories, the sing-alongs of our favorite songs. The map took us a different way than we had come before, due to an accident in the North Dallas area. The road stretched out through farmland, flat and wide, nothing but open space and the hum of tires. Thirteen hours on the road would have once felt like a lot, but after all that RVing, this drive felt lighter—almost easy.
When the mountains finally came into view, it was like something in the air shifted—the light, the horizon, the shape of things. Colorado has always pulled me in that way. When I first came in 2015, it was the first time I’d seen landscapes like that in the U.S.—vast, beautiful, new to my heart. Even now, visiting, I don’t think of it as home. But I feel joy. I feel calm. I feel allowed to breathe.
Saturday was game day. We sat in the staff and family section, cheering on the Buffs—and their dad— as they beat Iowa 24-17. The energy, the laughter, the shared joy—it reminded me that peace isn’t always quiet. Sometimes it’s found in the noise, the celebration, the togetherness.
Sunday started slower. The kids went with their dad to the school for some meetings. They tag along whenever they can—they love it. About an hour after they left, their dad called. Arrington was in pain. A migraine took him down fast and out of nowhere. I drove to pick him up.
On the way, I couldn’t help but think, look at God’s beauty. The sun poured through the windshield, the mountains standing in perfect stillness, the fall colors on full display—it all felt like a reminder of how present He is. On the way back, Arrington lay in the back seat, the sun kissing his skin as he drifted to sleep. Even in that moment—between concern and care—peace found its way in.
The days here carry a softness. The wind a little cooler, the light golden against the peaks. There’s an overlook I’d like to visit before we go, a place where the world opens wide enough to make you whisper wow.
Tomorrow we’ll begin the journey home. On the way, we might stop at the Royal Gorge, soak in one more view, one more stretch of discovery before the miles. Even when the trip ends, I’ll carry the sun: its warmth, its reassurance, its quiet promise.
BTW: Peace isn’t something you have to go searching for. It’s waiting in simple light, in shared laughter, in warmth of things that are always with you.
What small moment of peaced did you notice lately where you are?
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