Fulfilling the urge to run into the woods

This week I flew west and drove through Wyoming, to join the anglers in Dutch John Utah, just to drive through Colorado and explore the mountains.

Reconnecting with old friends by disconnecting from the modern age. Got away from streaming by fishing in an actual stream. Life is good when the only task for the day is to catch dinner.

Out in the mountains, very few things can rob my peace. People think that what’s scary about being in the middle of the woods are bears or lions, but i don’t fear those things. The only thing that can steal my peace away are the thoughts in my own mind.

I ventured out here to try something new and to seek Gods face. Praying intensely is harder than learning how to fly fish and traverse rapids. The worse thing that can happen, on the boat, is it flips and we get wet (which at one point we got very close). What happens when I seek God with all my heart and soul, He shows me my inner most iniquities. Old Colorado memories come up and I have to wrestle with being ok that everything is now different. I have to trust fully that His plan for me is for my own good and everything happened for a reason to prepare me for spiritual war. I have to have my ears open expecting Him to speak to me and my eyes wide expecting Him to show me things. This takes extreme patience and perseverance. Each day I seek Him my mind gets clearer, my mission more established. A couple days in the woods is better than months of therapy. Nothing is a better reset.