So I made it to The Bahamas. Some of you know I didn't wake up in time for my flight on Monday, so I flew out on Tuesday. It turns out that the alarm never went off even though it was set. It seems like God had other plans.
Absolutely beautiful...My flight left Houston at 6am. I always get a window seat. Always. The plane took off heading east, so around us was the dark blue of night as we headed toward the red and gold of dawn...we went through a thin layer of cloud, so eventually underneath us was this sea of grey...glory and mystery at the same time. Took my breath away.
Given how tired I was, it seemed like I came all this way just to sleep. But it turns out, I came to simply be. My treats were not going to be sunning out on the beach enjoying a mojito, chowing down on grouper fish...but my treats were simply the smile of Danielle, a 10month old girl, Deborah's passion as she works with youth through the Christian Counseling Center, the balmy breeze of a Bahamian night, with the moon over the water and seeing lightning strike the ocean afar off. Simple. Just being embraced by a sliver of a rich community. I wonder what God is trying to teach me as I struggle to rediscover and hold on to joy?
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