Prayer

 Any prayer requests?

Tell me what your heart feels?

Tell me your wins?

Activate

 In Your Prescient and Providential nature, I start a new journey. I will look for the opportunity to learn and to trust. My soul rests in the knowledge of who You are, not in who I am. As I rest my heart and exhale. I let go. Hold me. Surprise my sensibilities. Change is not to be feared, embrace it. Riding the waves of fear that release the freedom to believe. Activate the faith of the forefathers. My spirit rises to meet the moment. 

2 Timothy 1:7

Waving hi

 Take me back

Nantucket

Roll out

Martha

Greet me

Hyannis 

And let

My soul

Ride

Waves

Home

Island time

 What did vacation teach me?

I’m being taught that waiting is a worthwhile pursuit. I’m learning that people want to connect. They want to help you. They will see your heart. They want to love you. Let them. I’m learning that I’m more than capable. My heart loved Nantucket, my soul was Martha, my mind a Hyannis. What troubled my heart at the time becomes the memory I most treasure. I miss riding the ferry everyday. It gave my mind and body two hours of forced rest just watching the ocean. I’m still pinching myself. God is good even when I am not. Nature is the only salve that always reminds me of where I stand. 

Waves

 The waves 

Lull me 

Into a slumber

Until waves

Lash the

Jetty rocks

Woods Hole

The ferry 

Trying to hold

It’s own

As this human

Begged for 

Ginger ale

Memory

 My vacation was one I will never forget. It amazes me that last week I was on Cape Cod, Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard. The location was pure fairy tale even when life isn’t. I kept telling myself to be pinched. I couldn’t believe this was my reality. I’ve come back with plenty of seashells and sand in my purse that I don’t want to clean out. I’ve eaten more lobster in every form.  Every bite left me to imagine if my fantasy matched the reality. As I took in God’s creation, my breath got caught, my eyes amazed. The teal and turquoise waters crashing against golden sand will be etched forevermore. With each step, I fell in love with the Creator who exceeds my expectation, and says look. My soul rejoiced when my mind could not. I will say that on vacation, anxiety, still visited me. I needed to feel that ocean air, soft sand, massage those seashells to realign. Different locations teach different lessons, but they all come back with the same message. God is everywhere and in everything. 

Cape

 Back from Cape Cod

Ate more lobster

Than one should

Rode more ferries

Walked beaches

And saw

God’s creation

Putting on a show