I just got back from a trip to Colorado for a family wedding. I went to Colorado when I was younger and fell in love. If asked, I claim to be a Broncos fan because they are in Colorado. I was determined that I would live in Colorado one day. It’s so beautiful!
I was talking with some colleagues the other day about my trip and one of them responded that they’ve never really seen anything about Colorado that they loved, that they thought was beautiful. They grew up in Northern Arkansas so they just always compared it to that.
This is Northern Arkansas:
And this is Colorado:
According to my Colleague they love the lushness and greenness of the Ozark Mountains. I understand that they are entitled to their own opinion, definitely not arguing that. For me I love Colorado for the rocks, for the barrenness they can sometimes have, for the trees that grow out of rough and difficult terrain.
They remind me of beauty that God creates out of all of us. You see we are broken, we are sinful. On my own I will ALWAYS fail. Always. On my own I am just a broken person trying to fix my brokenness, or rather trying to advert your attention from my brokenness.
I love how God makes broken things beautiful. Colorado Rockies are a reminder, a testament, that God makes all things beautiful.
Then I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was, making something at the wheel. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter; so he made it again into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to make.
Then the word of the LORD came to me, saying: “O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter?” says the LORD. “Look, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel!
And for your viewing pleasure, more pictures of Beautiful Colorado!