We returned from vacation, well worn, well rested, ready. Many thoughts …
The possibility to live without a lap top for a week is sweet
We tether oursleves to technology. Much of it blessed. Much of it obsessive and broken. A tech “sabbath” opens a different space, a sweet reminder that most of my life, at age 49, I lived without constantly being “in touch.” And being “out of touch” does not make one “out of touch.” It makes one rested.
There is no strategy to miniature golf
I am competitive. My ego can’t let that one go … yet. So yes we played miniature golf and yes I was sure I could strategize my way to victory. Well I won – good for you ego – on a lucky hole-in-one on the 17th hole. I promise … this was last time I will try to beat my kids at anything (until I start losing).
No sand castle can hold back the ocean
We built a sand castle. It included pointed break waters. Looked like an old painting of the sun, like the one in “Tangled” – spikes radiating out and all. The boys built the spikes. The girls built the castle. The ocean won.
And with it all, with a week full, we reminded each other that God’s love is RIDICULOUS! Deep, sweet, patient, present … all the things I am not. But the ever gentle reminder of what could be.