Everything about this picture speaks to me about the "in between" we experience in life. Caught in between the seasons, the tallest mountains tell of what's to come while there in the valley we see the dying of what was. Caught in between worlds, we are temporarily housed in this flesh, in these places of time as we journey to the eternal world. Caught in between circumstances, we leave the hard of yesterday, but look to whatever might be waiting in tomorrow.

The threshold of hope allows us to pass through life's revolving door as we open the gift that is today. May we each live intentionally inside the in between of our right nows.

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