It's a bit difficult to see in the photo above, but there's
an X in the sky, left by airplanes, a "kiss" from heaven.
It's been one week since my return home from Denver but my heart remains out west with my family as they have been walking through a very difficult time. My nephew Mason had surgery to remove part of his intestine last Wednesday, and although the surgery went well the recuperation has been extremely challenging- what could go wrong has, and we welcome all your prayers for him as he continues to fight to heal.
I made a short trip while visiting to take some outdoor photos in the foothills at Red Rocks. Most people visiting the area go there- it is a beautiful outdoor ampitheater where numerous concerts are hosted throughout the spring, summer, and fall. Snow had fallen a couple days before, blanketing the area, and the sky, seemingly so much larger out west, created a perfect blue contrast to the reddish orange rocks and the white snow. It was impossible to take a bad picture at such a glorious location.
Dad (Lon), Josie, me, and Mom (Holly)