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Resident tourists

What a weekend! We had my family in town and my partner's family. We even had to rent a bigger car just to be able to spend time together as we drove (and drove, and drove) to all of the "touristy" destinations in our area!! It seems like we went non-stop. 
We went by the pier - 
We saw a huge starfish (you've gotta look closely... )

We visited the infamous Breakers Hotel in Palm Beach... 
We went to the beach...



We had a bbq, we drove by old neighborhoods, we went for scenic drives down Worth Ave in Palm Beach (window shopping only, of course)


We did all things tourist. Things that we don't get too excited about here (sans beach and pier) but to non-Floridian folk, it seems to be a thrill.
My FAVORITE part... besides the company, of course... was definitely seeing the sunrise at the beach. It was the most peaceful time of my long weekend. The crashing of the waves, the salty air, the feel of the ocean breeze blowing through your hair... magical moments filled with pure…

Who steers your sails?

You know that dog who keeps chasing his tail, never to catch it, but still continues to run in a circle trying? Sometimes, when it comes to worrying, I feel like I am that dog. Cute, of course. But cute with some questionable behavior! 

I mean, we all know already that God has us in his hands. We know that we are supposed to give up our cares and worries to him. But, its not so easy, is it? IS IT?!
See, even right now... as I write this blog... it has me worrying that I worry too much. I've always been a worry wart. Personally, I think it was ingrained in me from childhood. My handsome dad... he was a worry wart, too. Therefore I am going to go with the idea that worrying is a genetic trait. Right? Right!
As a kid, I remember going on vacations -- back when families actually took road trips together. We would get a couple hours into our trip and my dad would have a momentary bout of worry. Id be half asleep in the backseat and I would hear him ask my mom, "Did we turn all the fa…

Crave

Do you ever have cravings? Sure ya do. Some people crave alone time, some people crave thrills and adrenaline rushes, and yet others crave ice cream. Do you ever crave God? I do. To be honest, I have been craving Him quite a bit lately. 
We go about our lives - the hustle and bustle that it brings. We have work, family, miscellaneous daily teenage crises that need tended to, we have traffic delays, dinner to cook, bills to pay. And when it comes time to go to bed at night... I am completely spent. I mean, some nights I don't even remember closing my eyes. 
Then, as I wake up the next morning and begin to start the routine all over (thinking Groundhog Day here)... I just feel like something is missing. Again and again. I have felt this way for a couple months and, if I am going to be completely honest, it has taken me a little while to place my finger on exactly what it is. 
GOD = my missing piece

Do I really spend my life running around doing all of these menial things when I forget t…