Planes

Hi Ya’ll,

I had every intention of writing to ya’ll last week, but that week was a doozy, to be sure. I flew from the Caribbean to MS on Tuesday, and arrived home Wednesday morning! What should have been a 10 hour day, turned into a 34 hour day ( I have an elephant sized hatred for Atlanta; sorry ya’ll).  I had never slept in the airport until Tuesday night. And let me tell you, I’d be ok if I never had to do that again. There’s no sleeping in an airport, I don’t care what they say. It’s cold, and the benches are harder and more uncomfortable than the seats in the planes. I’m still recuperating!  It’s never such an adventure when Will is with me. I like it that way. Smooth sailing.

Don’t we all like it that way? Smooth sailing? When plans and days and moments go just as we had expected and anticipated,  and nothing crazy happens to interfere with what we think our plans should be? Yet, if we’re honest with ourselves, those intentional, extremely thought out plans are never as fun and fruitful as the times when the plans go awry.

I learned a lot about myself on my 34 hour journey home last week. I learned that I was, yet again, stronger and more independent than I thought. I needed that reminder. Island life has spoiled me…. Will is always there to protect me, to lift me up, and to encourage me. The Lord reaffirmed, yet again, that He is always with me. He’s always holding me in His more than capable arms. I’m never alone. We are NEVER alone. The Lord promises to always be with us. Holy Spirit is in our souls. No matter where we are; curled up on a hard airport bench watching Outlander, a comfy and cozy couch with a down feathered blanket, or driving down a deserted road late at night, the Lord’s presence is right there with us. Loving on us, protecting us, guiding us, lighting the way in which we should go.

Perhaps the Lord orchestrated it just so, that I’d be curled up under two airport blankets, because I didn’t think I’d need my own blanket and left it at home, won’t be making that mistake again. Perhaps he made it so that I’d ache so much for Will’s warmth and comfort that I’d remember the Lord’s warmth and comfort is more than enough.

Maybe, just maybe, we need a detour every now and then to remind us who we are. Who our Father is, and how much He loves us and aches over us. I have to tell ya’ll, I’d never felt more lonely than I did in that ATL airport over night. I didn’t meet a single soul to converse with, to vent with about the crazy journey. It was just me and my Lord. I told him how much I disliked my situation, how much I wanted to be in my own bed in my cozy sheets and warm quilt. He told me all is well and I’d be there soon enough, and to release my frustration and be enveloped in His peace and comfort. I went straight to sleep…. for a 20 minute power nap. Funny how those things happen, huh? When we let go of our plans and frustrations and anxieties. He is sufficient, and yet we rarely remember that when we plan and go about the routine of the days.

I’m sitting in my parents’ home, on the comfy, cozy couch with a blanket, and I know that I’ll forget this lesson and will need another reminder. But until then, I’ll pray that I won’t need another ridiculous reminder such as a 30 something hour journey in planes and airports to remind me.

Till next time!

Goodness

Ya’ll,

I want to start off by saying how wonderful it is to know that there are people in your life sent by the Lord to lift you up, to laugh with, to vent to, and to be vulnerable and scared with. When we came to this island, we jumped into this life without any regret, except that we were leaving all of our friends and family, and our PUPPIES. But when you let the Lord lead you 100%, He provides in ways you couldn’t even imagine! He’ll also give you another puppy, which is wonderful until the ticks find your pirate puppy!

It took a semester or so to get our bearings and learn to be content with island life. Ya’ll… island time is SO real, and frustrating as all get out. I’m not a patient person. And I’ll never pray for patience again, because once you say that prayer… situations just happen to arise to test ya and make ya prove you want to be more patient. Now, I look out our window and see the African Tulips, the palm trees, and all the fruit trees, and I can’t help but thank the Lord that we have been given the opportunity to live this life, to live in the Caribbean, to journey through med school with some pretty awesome folks. It’s a slow life, to be sure. Slower than life in the South. And we move quite slow in the South. We savor dinners with friends, conversations had with respect and courtesy. We honor the Sabbath and bless the hearts of those mowing their lawns on Sundays. Life here sometimes reminds me of life back in the South. Sometimes. Like how hot and muggy it gets, but there’s AC back home, so I no longer feel sorry for those folks sweating back home. Sorry, ya’ll. Also, tons of places shut down on Sundays here, like Chik-fil-a. Gosh I miss Chik-fil-a and their honey biscuits and lemonade.

Being forced out of your comfort zone is the way to go. Neither one of us were satisfied with the pattern of working 8-6, dinner at home, picking up the house, laundry, then collapsing in the bed at night without having a real conversation with each other. However, having a dishwasher to do the dishes will NEVER be taken for granted again. We got so involved with the rat race, that we forgot we didn’t want that in the first place. It’s so easy to get to that place. Can I get an amen? We forgot we wanted adventure and a relationship that was deep and personal and intimate, one to be savored at the end of the day. We forgot our marriage was the main priority. The Lord recognized it, and brought us to the only place we would’ve remembered those things. IN THE MIDDLE OF FRUITIN NOWHERE. He knew we wouldn’t change it much without a super crazy big push. Sometimes we need those pushes to remind us of our dreams and longings. Do we listen to those nudges? Or do we put our head down and forget to look up and live a life worth living? Life is so short, ya’ll. Leaving home was the best thing we ever did, for our marriage, and for our souls.

We just spent two hours at brunch chatting and visiting with the sweetest couple known to man, and we never would have met this amazing couple if we hadn’t come here. It’s so fun to watch God work. He brings people to you when you need them. He gives you the strength and confidence and clarity you need to do what He is calling you to do, to survive in the places He takes you.

Time for more coffee and a walk to the beach. Till next time!