Tripping Thru Recovery

I had my sights on Denver, Colorado as the next stop over in the journey back home. The cold morning in Wyoming started off with strong coffee, prayer and meditation.  I gassed up and hit the road.  Snow covered the ground but all roads were back open.  I-80 had been closed in some parts due to a Spring storm that blew through, with two more storms predicted by the weekend.  

It was amazing to begin the day with blankets of pure white ground all around me, then transitions to blue skies and green, grassy plains by the end of the day.  I wish I could say the temperatures warmed up drastically but it was cold as spit everywhere I went.  I’m not complaining but most definitely prefer it a tiny bit warmer.  

I did make it to Denver to see the sights, but pushed on to Nebraska, where things weren’t quite as expensive. Total drive time was about 8 hours.  I thought a lot as I drove (this has become a habit I have never done much of before).  The snow was so fresh and pure.  It reminded me of a clean slate, covering the dry and brittle grass.  Not to re-write the past, there were lessons learned there, but to literally start over.  That is exactly what am trying to do.  I have made peace with the sorrow and regrets of the past, tried to right my wrongs and now I have have this new beginning to do with as God directs me to do.  The trip is finally making me understand, I can be brave, leave the old scared me behind and have a brand new life.  I knew that in my head, but now I feel it in my heart. 

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. -Philippians 4:13