Rest and Reflection

We spent Sunday in the cabin and went nowhere at all. Where was there to go? We had all the food we needed, more reading material than we could ever go through, the boys had games, books, movies and toys and everyone was completely contented. We had our family church out on the deck facing the mountains. We ate, we read, we played Life and Scrabble, we took a walk and saw a rainbow, we listened to the rain drum softly on the metal roof. I think I'll add "Patty's cabin" to the Wikipedia entry for "vacation".

A relaxing setting with no pressures offered a great opportunity for thought, prayer and renewal. Scott and I spent not a small amount of thought about the West that we left behind--we couldn't help it, of course; the reminders were everywhere.

I loved Colorado and I loved Idaho--the open, open space, the sunlight and shadows on the mountains, the dry air, the smell of sagebrush, the rocks and the sand and fabulous, far-flung sky. Romance about it all is easy to come by in my mind. But, you get older, you have kids, you make choices about what's important and what matters. In the end, Boise was a just a place. And the place wasn't good for us. Five years ago, it would have been devastating to me to move away. But now...well, life's pretty good in Overland Park. And to us, family proximity is worth more than a great view outside your window.