I was able to find a cheap motel and planned my vacation for a third of what we were planning on spending with our original plans. Mike was kind enough to recognize how much I needed a vacation and he let me go... alone.
I believe this vacation was divinely timed. If there ever was a time I needed to get away for a few days it was definitely this past week.
For the past month I have been bombarded by well meaning people with everything that is wrong with me. I couldn't take anymore. I was crying myself to sleep every night with deep hurt in my heart. Everything good in my life was crumbling to pieces... (remember how a few weeks ago I wrote that I was feeling like I was finally getting to the mountain top and it was my time to enjoy the view?? Yeah... must have slipped and fell off a cliff because I feel like I'm back at the bottom)... and at the same time all I was hearing was how I needed to fix me.
It was all just really bad timing.
So I boarded a plane and ran away to my happy place... the beach.
I needed to get away for a little while so I could reset and hear God. So I could rest. So I could find some peace and quiet. We all need that sometimes.
I thoroughly enjoyed myself and my getaway. The weather was amazing. The beach calming. The people friendly. The sunrises gorgeous. The stars twinkly.
I love the beach.
I'll always love the beach. The mountains are fantastic but the beach does something to my soul that the mountains don't.
I'm home now... and all my problems still exist. (Nothing like driving away from the airport and five minutes later running over a groundhog while going 65 to remind me that sometimes life just isn't fair.) My heart still hurts. BUT... I came back with hope and that's exactly what I needed... because it was something I was lacking when I left.