Back to the Island

Ya’ll,

Let me tell you a little about our island. The airport always shuts down when there is a storm… or just a little rain shower. It had been raining all day yesterday on the island, and I just knew all day that we’d get to the island and wouldn’t be able to land, which would mean we’d have to head back to Puerto Rico until the island airport decided it was safe to reopen. Island. Life.

So many people were praying over my journey home. Even folks who never pray anymore. People will show you they love you; ya just have to keep your heart opened to it. The Lord has shown me so often who was meant to be my friend, just an acquaintance, or just a passerby.  In my experience, if someone genuinely has the feeling or desire or love to pray over me… that is one of the dearest people in my life.

My sweet taxi driver was there waiting for me, the first friendly face I saw when I landed. He told me he was even praying for me. He didn’t think I’d make it, but when our plane came into view, he said, the skies just opened and there we were. The moment I walked into the airport, the bottom fell out again. The Lord answers, ya’ll.

Sometimes I do begin to wonder if the Lord is listening. I pray all the time about everything. Little things, life changing things, friends, family, how the day will go, etc. Sometimes I wonder if I pray about too much, but if the Lord is our Father like the Bible tells us, then He’d want to talk about everything, right? As a Father should? Perhaps I just don’t hear Him as much as I’d like, or get to be a part of the answer. But then there are the times that He opens the sky and lets us land on solid ground. I swear I could’ve knelt down right there on the tarmac and kissed the ground. But it was wet. And I had linen pants on. So, I just thanked the good Lord and finally believed that He was going to get me home to my sweet husband that night.

As I sit here watching the rain fall through the palm trees, listening to Amos Lee Pandora, I just can’t help but to be reminded of His promises of love and provision, which should be all that we need to remember that He wants the very best for us. He opened the skies and parted the rain clouds so that I could know and remember it. He opens the darkness so that Light will shine in on our days of worry, longing, and doubting. He’s the perfect Father. He’s the perfect example of Love, Goodness, and Truth.

Ya’ll, I am so glad to be back on our little island. As crazy as it is… it ain’t as hot here as it has been back home in Mississippi!  Another reason to praise the Lord! I did enjoy the Southern food, a little too much probably. I’ll be hitting the gym this weekend for sure.

Till next time!!

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!