Yesterday I was having a little pity party for myself, I’ll admit it.
Spring break is next week and I’m starting to see photos pop up on my Facebook and Instagram feeds of friends in tropical locations. Soaking up the sun. Without boots or mittens or layers. Lounging in the sand with no snow in sight. Wearing (gasp) flip flops and tank tops and swimming suits. So, to make matters worse for myself, I started researching the vacation I’m not taking next week. I started reading reviews on Trip Advisor and viewing photos on Expedia and imagining myself on some Caribbean island with a blended cocktail in my hand. Imaging an escape from this never ending winter, a break from life. Yep, pretty sad, I know.
So this morning, when I read the following while still laying in bed trying to will myself to get up, well, I guess it was a reminder that I really needed to hear.
“God’s my island hideaway, He keeps danger far from the shore, He throws garlands of hosannas around my neck.” Psalm 32:7
It was like a little slap in the face. Like a nice slap. Like a, wake up Stacey, you don’t need a Caribbean escape. Rest in the fact that God is your island getaway. Okay, then. The verse has stuck with me all day.
And since I can’t post anything without some photos, I’ll include the ones below. This little spot in California where I really felt at peace. I know it’s not an island, but I felt like it was. Away from the world, a walk through a cave to the sight of the waves, surrounded by rock and earth and sand…