Category: Hidden Beauty

  • Breath and Moments

    Breath and Moments

    I love New England. I grew up in a town called North Stonington, CT, just a few miles from Mystic Seaport on the Mystic River pictured above. I enjoy calming places within reach to catch my breath from the un-beautiful moments of life—moments that require me to wait for answers or understanding. Here’s an excerpt from my journal during a time that the wait felt long: I prefer my days to move forward like clockwork—a sure formula that trust and obedience breed the bounty of safety, health, and ease. But I cannot contain God to my favorite Scriptures. Nor can I dance as a model of victory over trouble—an icon of His favor. Sometimes I don’t quite like my conclusion. But my history with God shows that I would be a fool to trade one moment of waiting on Him, for quick self-serving answers where I refuse to listen for His voice or tap into His love.

    We never know when a moment will take our breath away or when another one will knock the breath out of us. If we take strategic measures to set our hearts on pilgrimage with God, we can come through valleys with a different kind of strength than we went in. Check out the video below to consider two kinds of moments.

    The Treasure: “If you are walking in darkness, without a ray of light, trust in the Lord and rely on your God.” (Isaiah 50:10 TNLT)

    If you’d rather read than watch the video, here’s the full video transcript:

    Some moments take our breath away; other moments knock the breath out of us.

    Moments of awe take our breath away.

    Moments of trauma knock the breath out of us.

    I’m here in New England because our family just faced some moments that knocked the breath out of us with a stroke, a brain surgery, and a sudden traumatic death. In each of these events, we were scared, we prayed, and we were scared again.

    Moments of trouble and trauma that send us into a valley remind us that we are not in control. In every valley there’s an undetermined distance between sorrow and joy, between crisis and calm. And although these valleys can feel like heaven’s halt, they’re also an invitation to take a pilgrimage with God.

    Ancient musicians of the temple in biblical times of wrote songs about this kind of pilgrimage. My favorite one goes like this:

    “Blessed are those whose strength is in God, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage. As they pass through the valley of weeping, they make it a place of springs.”

    One week after entering our family valley, life looks like this: The brain surgery was successful, and we rejoice; the stroke victim works hard to swallow again and we pray; survivors of the tragic death mourn their loss, and we walk beside them.

    Joy and sorrow follow us all through our lives. In times of sorrow in valleys of weeping, how have you experienced tears becoming springs?

    If you or someone you know are in a valley of weeping, my first book that’s available now for preorder may be helpful. It’s called, Rediscover the Dance, Rising faith in the aftermath of trauma. You can check it out on my website: dawnlinton.com.

    Meanwhile, whether you’re in a valley or just coming out of one, let’s put our strength in God and set our hearts on pilgrimage so we come through future valleys stronger than we go in.

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  • New River, New Courage

    New River, New Courage

    In my chaplain work with law enforcement I sometimes ride with officers to connect and to learn how to serve them better. You’ll hear in the video (below) that fear of going a greater distance with “Pilgrim” to meet them almost robbed me of opportunity. My inner spirit said, “I don’t want to.” But, God’s Spirit said, “Don’t miss it.”

    Here’s a reflection from my journal—clips of reality at the river.

    Space; alone … but not really; setting up camp; feet in the river; sunset; geese flying; brilliant black; unaware of how aware God is; rest. Sunrise; life in full color; oatmeal; peace; curious; creaking gate; police vehicle; time to ride; time to listen; time to learn; time to return; thank you.

    Another night; me and the teardrop, specks in a spacious place; solitude; peace; sacred; alone … but not really; more sovereign handiwork; galaxies; (“Steve, you would love this.”) fireside; pause; gratitude; prayer; wonder; joy; worship; rest; orange art in the sky; “Good morning.”

    We can pray that beautiful places will continually lift our eyes to the Creator who gives us courage to say “yes” to new opportunity.

    The Treasure: “For I am the LORD your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.” (Isaiah 41:13 NIV)

    If you’d rather read than watch the video, here’s the full video transcript:

    (Geese flying … honking) I must admit – fear is a common struggle that I have. Pilgrim and I have just taken our longest trip. We’ve come from Williamsburg down to Fries, Virginia which is near Galax. With the camper it took me six hours. It’s an invitation by a law enforcement officer to come to the New River Wildlife Conservation Club and to camp on their land here. There’s only me—there’s nobody else around. It really is beautiful. Last night was my first night here and I slept for nine hours. I think that’s because I was really tired. But here’s Pilgrim in a primo spot; the sun is going down into a gentle sunset on the New River. So, we remember that we can stay within the fence where Pilgrim lives at home or we can go beyond the fence. Pilgrim represents courage to go beyond fear and loss so that we don’t shrink our lives. I must say my life is not shrinking; it’s expanding into a spacious place. But I was afraid to come. I even, for a moment, didn’t want to come. It felt too big, too far, too different; I didn’t even know where I would be parked; I just knew it was going to be in an isolated spot. But oh the blessing of going beyond the fence when it’s time. It’s not always time to go beyond the fence. I wanted to share this beautiful moment with you. Wish you could be here.

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  • The Splendor of Solitude

    The Splendor of Solitude

    On the Beartooth Highway through the Northern Rockies in Montana this summer, I drove switchbacks to the top. Have you ever been in such a secluded place that you could almost hear the silence? That’s what happened that day, but the place I felt most alone from people became the place I felt most connected to God. In that vast expanse that seemed to have no end, I felt like a “speck.” It’s not so bad being a speck as long as we know in our heart of hearts that we are significant specks to the Creator, who fills the whole earth with awe at His wonders and calls forth songs of joy. (Psalm 65:8) You can hear the awe in my voice in the video below. (Don’t worry, I’m not singing). But perhaps you’ll remember the tune when you hear the words. With all that God gets to enjoy in His handiwork, He is constantly caring for us, the significant specks that He delights to watch and bless and forgive … and crown with honor. (Psalm 8:5 NIV)

    The Treasure: “When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?” (Psalm 8:3-4, NIV)

    If you’d rather read than watch the video, here’s the full video transcript:

    I just came across a beautiful path on the Beartooth Highway … and decided to stop. It is beautiful everywhere; I just can’t help but take it in. I feel like I’m playing in God’s playground, taking time away from everything that can call—time to be with Him and to listen and to just really enjoy. There was a song I used to sing as a kid and it goes like this: “He owns the cattle on a thousand hills, the wealth in every mine. He owns the rivers and the rocks and rills, the sun and stars that shine. Wonderful riches more than tongue can tell; He is my Father so they’re mine as well. He owns the cattle on a thousand hills; I know that He will care for me.”

    I’m going to take a short walk, mainly because my family gets nervous when I’m in desolate places. At least some of them do, but this is too beautiful to pass up … besides, I have my bear spray.

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  • The Easy Way

    The Easy Way

    At the top of a ski slope in Red Lodge, Montana I felt like I didn’t have a care in the world. Difficulties lay behind me; challenges yet unknown lay before me. But for two chairlift rides up (and down) the mountain, I inhabited a euphoric bubble, free of expectations, bad news, or disappointment. With the breeze on my face and beauty all around, I almost believed I’m entitled to the easy way (see video).

    It doesn’t take long for life to challenge a mindset of entitlement. Like Jesus told His first followers (and us), “In the world you will have trouble.” But He also tells us that he came so we could have peace in the midst of it. He said that His power to overcome within a world of trouble gives us every reason to take courage. (John 16:33)

    I suppose it can take a lifetime of practice to trust God when what we want and what life yields don’t match up. But when we develop a “personal history with God” we begin to see the evidence that gives us hope. Looking back on what trust has yielded in our history with Him encourages us to trust Him sooner next time the journey gets rough.

    The Treasure: Swing with the easy times; let challenges springboard us to adjust and trust God.

    If you’d rather read than watch the video, here’s the full video transcript:

    I really like taking the easy way in life. I like gliding; I like getting on a lift chair and going to the top of a mountain instead of hiking it. I like looking around me without having to catch my breath—looking around at the beauty of the heights. I guess life isn’t like that. Life isn’t like that all of the time. Sometimes we need to take a tough hike and keep putting one foot in front of the other as we go to elevated spots in our lives. But today’s not that kind of day. Today’s an easy day. It would be nice if I could always have a top-down view, don’t you think? It would be nice if we could just see things from God’s perspective all the time so that we wouldn’t fret about what’s going on in the valleys of our lives. But that’s where trust comes in. He says to trust Him, and that it gives Him great pleasure. But for today … I’m taking the easy way. His perspective is always good; it’s complete; He’s always working a good plan for our lives. At my age now I actually just bought a senior ticket. I can look back and see the reality of His goodness—of how when times were hard, He was doing His best work in me. Now it’s my pleasure to trust Him. I don’t always trust Him very well, but it is my goal because He’s a good God and does the very best for us.

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  • Mistakes Matter

    Mistakes Matter

    NOTE: My upcoming book is requiring time to meet exciting deadlines. In order to maintain a 12/9/25 pub date, I will be blogging once every two weeks for a while. That means my next blog will come to you on Monday, 9/1/25. See you then!

    Years ago I bought an expensive sandcastle bundt cake pan. And so, last week I devised a plan. It would be simple. I’d prepare dinner and bake a cake for my family to celebrate my own birthday. I had made this cake before. But in a hot second, I messed up and didn’t know it until it was too late (see video).

    The family, not knowing I had a yummy cake on standby (store bought!) showed great compassion as I placed the messed-up cake in front of them with lit candles and a smile. I lingered, apologizing for the mistake and thanking them for their kindness. Then I brought out the store-bought cake and put it front and center.

    Because it was my birthday, I knew I could choose a table topic of conversation. My topic of choice? “How can we make mistakes matter?” The response of our guest, perhaps pertaining to sports, but applicable to burned cakes was:

    “In winning you are gracious; in losing you seek gain.”

    We seek gain by learning from our mistakes. I seek gain but putting on my readers before setting the oven temperature for a birthday cake … for starters!

    The Treasure:  If you’re not making mistakes, you’re probably not doing anything.

    If you’d rather read than watch the video, here’s the full video transcript:

    I made a mistake this week. I wanted to build a cake—a sandcastle cake. I had the ingredients and made it from scratch with my grandson and put it in the oven, but I made a big mistake. I set the oven for 475 instead of 325 and I burned the cake. I made the mistake because I read the directions on a small phone without my glasses, and I ended up not being able to use the cake, except I do have a plan for the cake. I’ll tell you that in a minute. I decided I can’t really use that cake. So I went to Publix, and I bought a cake and I had them write on the top “Mistakes Matter.” And we’re going to talk about that a little bit as a family tonight. My mistake wasn’t very costly, but some mistakes can be, but all mistakes are valuable if we use them well. So, I took a hunk out of this cake just to see if I could eat it. It actually isn’t too bad inside; it’s kind of dry, but it tastes char-grilled on the outside. And so, I decided I’m not going to make another one, I’m going to make it easy and get a new cake.

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