When Searching the World

I have searched the world. I have met such a large diversity of unique people that I have loved all around the world. I have traveled and searched all over. Always looking. Always exploring. Always wondering what was next. I found I was searching for my identity, trying to see who I was like of my vast array of ingredients I am made of. Hungarian, French, English, Aboriginal American Indian, Swedish, German, Scotch- Irish, and much of my family living in Africa. Which part is me? Where do I fit in?

It struck me that I am unique. There is no one like me. No one that I am like. I am weird. And really, I am an exquisite coctail of all these brave and successful descendents but fully God’s special built me. And I fit in with Him and pretty much that is what really matters most. More than that I am loved deeply by Him, no matter what. So I don’t have to keep searching. There is no right fit. I am beautifully weird everywhere except in God’s arms.❤

Travelling the Memories of Places

Visualization comes easily for me. It is harder for some, I understand, but a good hearty freedom of imagination can help fill in what the memories of the eye cannot return to you. I have travelled extensively until about 13 years ago and since has just been vacations and a few family visits. But I can travel back in my mind to England, Poland, Russia, Canada, Hawaii and every other state in thr USA I have visited or lived and remember the particulars of the places, the people, the traditions and unique vocabulary and foods there. I can remember the hiking trails (something I have done wherever I have gone) on flatlands or mountains or waterfalls or beaches. I remember these places. And what I love to contemplate most about everywhere I have been is the quiet spots, the spots of beauty and nature. And I finally figured out why I am such a nature girl (other than being raised in the country on a farm). I can feel and see God most in these places. No matter where in the world, God shines brightest through what He made. Sometimes that is the people but always it is nature. And seeing Him closer always reminds me how close He is always, no matter where you are or what else is going on. And that, my friend, is beautiful.❤

Spirit Renewed by Gatlinburg, Tennessee

We just returned from a week in God’s masterpiece, Gatlinburg. We found hiking trails in mountains by beautiful waters and wild turkeys and quiet time with God. There is no doubt that He keeps His eye there to just enjoy what He made without argument. It is beautiful and peaceful and full of His glory. You cannot be there an deny Him. You cannot help but be regenerated and invigerated. He is everywhere and more obviously there. Gorgeous!! And our whole family feels more relaxed and alive and ready for the rest of the school and gig year.😄❤

When Travel Becomes Vacation Not Destination

Being an adventurous traveller most of my life since high school (and dabbling before that), travelling was the destination. Looking, searching for what different areas hold, what I was missing. I travelled through relationships that way too for a while but I digress. And I realized yesterday that I have arrived at my destination and all travel from now onward is done for vacations. I have found what I have searched for. It was not a physical location. It was not a person. It was a closeness to and healing from God. And I am complete and have arrived. I am content and incredibly happy. I am secure. In God first and then myself and my husband. There is now a fulfillment in the present, a new dawning of peace and calm and a bliss. I know this little girl is complete, no matter what happens to me. And I know my destination is heaven, far better than any place here, which must be incredible. God loves me with a sweet enduring unchanging love and fills and healed my brokenness. All the travel was searching for what He gave me as fast as He could without further damage. What an incredible God we have, so worthy of our everything. Now, I am absolutely brimming with Love and love is my home now.❤❤❤

No Smoky Links Here

I live in central Florida, after having “permanent” addresses in 6 states (the moves were in order: MI, IN, MI, IN, MI, TN, MI, PA, FL, CA and back to FL) and spent lots of time in about 30+ states (including a week in HI) and three countries abroad (London, Poland and Russia). Traveling has always been a rich and loved part of my life. It is meaningful to travel. You cannot appreciate our incredible diversity of our fantastic United States of America by just living in one, in my opinion. But there are always regional differences. For example, MI had snow, as did IN and PA, but TN had one small snowfall and roofs collapsed and things shut down and southern CA and FL have never allowed me to see any at all, not that I miss anything but the beauty of it lol. Soda pop is called different names in different regions… pop, soda, coke, soda pop, fountain drinks are all regional names for the fizzy drink. Scenery ofcourse is quite different in different regions… beaches, mountains, flatlands, hills, lakes, even desert, all closer than you think. Insects.are different. In MI and up north, you can lay in the grass, ah, but.try that in FL and nasty ants bite you ferociously. Also, foods are different and the Midwest had the most flavorful veggies, most fruit and beef whereas the citrus here in FL is divine and I miss the avacados of CA. One quirk is the Smoky Links. Of all things, I really want to bite into a good smoky link with my eggs in the morning but alas, they do not sell them here. No one even heard of them. They have biscuits and gravy and other things you have to season the heck out of to produce flavor, and I have mastered that. But I miss Smoky Links. Whoever makes them, please send some down to central FL. Thank you. ❤