What looked like a simple 20 odd steps, turned into a trip right through the middle of Philly. So middle - that we even saw the, "WELCOME TO CENTRAL PHILADELPHIA" sign as we went around a rotary with pretty landscaped flowers.
Haha.
This was our recent adventure, this past Monday, as we headed to Atlantic City, New Jersey where Sean had a work convention. Please - in all honestly, raise your hand if you've attempted to follow the very well known Mr. Mapquest (and do note how mapquest has been given the "mr". enough said.) Sean and I have been together for close to five years, married for half of that and we are just now able to make it
through a trip that requires direction and still be willing to smile at each other. Men + directions + traffic + stress + EVERYTHING else usually = out to be a few hours of silence. However, despite the directions, traffic, stress and everything else... we've learned to bite our tongues and then speak in love. Sean was driving this time, so I was the one biting my tongue. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. How do you wait? What zips through your cavern of thoughts as you wait? Does it echo, do emotions battle it out with pistol and sword?
On a deeper level, I am waiting. I'm simply awful at it, but I have no other choice BUT to wait. As Psalm 130:5-6 says, "I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning." God has one end of the rope, my soul the other. My heart stands in between waiting for the need to jump the rope again. I am waiting. Its like therapy to repeat that phrase, forgive me for sounding so repetitive.
So during the stop and go of traffic, I wait. I wanted to say on many occasions, 'you are the one who printed off mapquest, at the last minute nonetheless!' or... 'maybe if you would have listened when I said, this exit'. But I bit down hard and waited and we made it with smiles.
There have been moments when I've felt like the Lord is going to fast and I feel dragged by the rope, other times I've literally had to drag my rope as I defiantly strived for another direction. I've tripped on the rope, I think He has even tied me to a tree as He waited for a changed heart and eager feet. Where are you at in life right now? How thin is your rope?
I am sad to announce that Delaney saw the ocean for the very first time this week, at one year of age. I say - sad - because she was born not even 10minutes away from the Atlantic Coast and yet its taken a year along with a business trip to get her there. I have so many fond memories of the beach. When she saw the water, this wise look came across her face. Almost as if she was putting two and two together. Whatever those two and two things might be, I have no clue but nonetheless she loved it. We joyfully said 'hello bird' to every seagull that thought we had food.
Here we have Delaney,who has magically disappeared in the carpet. You can't see her, I know, but I wanted to take a picture to show her one day how well she use to play hide and seek. She is such fun. Overall it was a good trip to the Trump Taj Mahal. The three of us went out to eat with Sean's boss and husband Monday night, their treat. The bill came to over $300 and they did not bat a single eyelash. Oh the lifestyle of the rich and the famous. Tuesday, Delaney and I had stack and stacks of chocolate chip pancakes delivered right to us. Then we were off for the day with books, and beaches and all new experiences. Sean was done with his trade show around 4pm that evening and back home we came. It was very nice to disappear into the world for a few hours. To be surrounded by God's grandeur...minus distraction and unnecessary noise was divine. 
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