Groomed by Angels

Life is rough.

And then a fresh powder on the slopes makes all the difference.

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In Vail, Colorado, I stayed in a wood cabin with lots of cool people. Outside spa surrounded by snow. Valley vistas. Great food. It was a mini-vacation and I feel great. Even after a hard days skiing. I didn’t blog but if you were in my shoes, or in my hot-tub, you probably wouldn’t feel like blogging either. Thanks to everyone who made it happen. Really!!

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“Groomed By Angels”

a blessing for the family in Vail.


by Andrew Jones, March, 2008

May the blessings of God fall on you

like the powdered snow.

May the sweet sound of the songbird

carry your conversations into new vistas.

May the mountains that block your way

be thrown into the sea

and the valleys of injustice

be leveled by God’s outstretched arm.

May you turn on your toes

to follow the path carved out before you

and may He strengthen your knees

to carry the foreboding weight

of possibilities yet unattempted.

May the winding runs of your pilgrimage

be groomed by angels

and may your reckless descent

into the fulness of God’s future

be colored by the delightful laughter of children

and proved victorious by the One

who calls us gently forward

to something just beyond our reach

but never beyond what we can bear.

Amen.

Andrew

Andrew Jones has been blogging since 1997. He is based in San Francisco with his two daughters but also travels the globe to find compelling stories of early stage entrepreneurs changing their world. Sometimes he talks in the third person. Sometimes he even talks to himself and has been heard uttering the name “Precious” :-)

8 Comments

  • Nice to know you’re enjoying my general ‘neck of the woods’. If you ever are passing through Boulder and need a place to stay, I got several couches. 🙂

  • Wow . . . how did I miss that you were going to be in Colorado? I’m over on the western side of Colorado! Bummer . .would have been great to meet you!

  • this phrase really resonates with me:
    the foreboding weight
    of possibilities yet unattempted.
    my family is planning a big move soon to uncharted lands and i still don’t have a clue as to even the direction to face as i begin my journey…
    there’s something comforting in knowing that thought the weight of decisions may be foreboding – they are also filled with possibilities…and hope.

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