Well friends this week I have discovered the blessing of pre-blogging, and that sometimes writing down your raw emotions in an iPhone note is sometimes the greatest thing. So today consist of a lot of my true feelings and a note that I wrote over a week ago while I was on vacation in Ocean City, Maryland!
**This post is proof that you don’t need a DSLR camera to take beautiful photos! All photos in this post come from my iPhone 4**
Wow.. That’s all I can say right now. But really, what else do I say when I’m literally awestruck at what lies before me. As I type this I’m sitting on 140th street in Ocean City, Maryland in a lifeguard chair. I feel as though I can see the entire world from here, but not the world we see with buildings, streets, cars, and people. But rather, the world beyond it all. The world that I hope and long for. I sit here in this lifeguard chair and I remember this place fondly. This place, Ocean City, Maryland was the whole reason for starting this blog. Two and a half years ago I was preparing to move here and have my life wrecked by Him. He used 33 people to wreck me in the greatest ways possible. It was on this very sand that I had heart to hearts with women who challenged the very ground I walked on. These women showed me grace and walked humbly in it daily. It is on this sand that a brother snatched a cooler from my hands to show me what it meant to be served by my brothers and to be loved as their sister. It was on this sand and in this water that I made the proclamation to walk in truth and grace for eternity. This sand holds memories that I can’t even begin to share because I get so caught up in the beauty of them all that I fall at a loss for words. But alas I sit here two years later with welled up eyes looking at the present glory that is myself. This glory is not by my own doing, or of those faithful men and women, but rather of Him. Of Him who loves me so much so that He ruins me daily all for His glory! I sit here now and I allow the random tears to stroll down my cheeks like raindrops on a window and I smile profusely because these are tears of redemption. These are tears of grace being thrusted upon my ever broken life. These tears are the arms of my beautiful father saying, “I love you, well done!” Seriously, what more could I ask for. I know today that as I leave this sand that this sand was but a single chapter in the beginning of my story, and that because of it all other chapters are effected and based on. But I also know that I leave this sand my story is still being written. My story did not end on August 8th, 2012 as I jumped in my 2004 Dodge Stratus that had no radio or power windows and drove on Route 50 all the way back to Virginia. But rather it was just the beginning. I cry these happy tears with gladness and joy knowing my father is alive and well, and He is the author and perfecter of my story! So thank you friends for reading this super sentimental and sappy story. I hope you, yourself felt redemption because of it and you cried/laughed right along with me. And please remember as you leave here that your story is but far from finished, and that as you read this it is being written! Happy Thursday friends, y’all are the literal best!