The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Lee recalls his first morning at college in Boulder, Colorado. He had been on a plane all night and had stumbled into his dorm in the early hours of the morning, made his bed, and drifted off. He awoke to nothing short of amazement at his surroundings, as well as biting anticipation and excitement for the years to come.

My eyes opened and again I was part of the waking world. It looked like a functional dorm room–suitable enough. I crawled from the bed and stood tall in my new home. Two beds, two desks, one opened window.

One opened window...

Opposite the framed glass, a range of mountains exploded upward like the immaculate peaks of God’s greatest crescendo. I tried to breathe the crisp Colorado air, but merely gasped. My lungs, too, were paralyzed with awe. Though the spaces between the mountains and clouds were small, they were filled by the melodies of songbirds, and by the utter permanence of God’s oldest works of art.

Younger Than the Mountains

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Lee recalls his first morning at college in Boulder, Colorado. He had been on a plane all night and had stumbled into his dorm in the early hours of the morning, made his bed, and drifted off. He awoke to nothing short of amazement at his surroundings, as well as biting anticipation and excitement for the years to come.

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Recorded by Marcus Kunkle on September 17, 2014
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