Ever have one of those days where instead of dealing with what's going on, you just shut down and run to the beach? I did a few weeks ago, I grabbed P , packed my clothes, a pillow and sunscreen and made my way to Biloxi Mississippi for a day full of beach and a weekend of memories made.
I needed to feel like I was part of something bigger then myself. My life has just gotten so out of control that i needed to feel small. Between relationships throwing me a curve ball, my family being in disarray, and my cat being overly needy.. I thought that maybe I needed a vacation.
The adventure started with a late lunch at this super cute fish restaurant where we were able to watch the seagulls and enjoy a delicious fresh catch. I think the funniest moment, was P throwing her fries down on the ground for the little finches to eat or commenting about the "appetizer" of crackers and butter .. Only in the south right P?
I asked our waitress where the best part of the beach was, and she said that just about all of it was the same. She told us that between Hurricane Katrina, and the Oil Spill, the water and beaches were the cleanest they have ever been. I took that as a good sign of what was to come.
We finished our lunch, and went straight to the beach. I told P that once I was out of the car, I would be running to the water. I don't know if they believed me or not, but that was exactly what I did. I dropped my towel, phone, and blanket off as close to the shore as I could get it without getting everything wet, and ran straight into the water.
The salt water washed over my skin as if I was being washed clean of all the anxiety and fear pouring into my life. I stood for a few minutes and just took in the endless view of water. I felt vulnerable and transparent in that shallow water. I found that the chaos that stirred in my heart was being quieted by the sound of the waves crashing behind me. I looked over at P as she started making her way into the water and wondered if she felt the same way. I thought to myself how impossible it was going to be to go back to my home and not make some pretty dramatic changes in my life. As i made my way back to my friend, I felt the wreckage of my past begin to melt away. I left that ocean a better woman, with a new perspective and renewed heart. God breathed His perfect healing upon me that afternoon.
We spent a few hours in the water playing, swimming, and just enjoying a beautiful day. P spent most of the day on the sand, just enjoying her solitude and being able to relax away from her crazy busy life.
Overall, the day was amazing, I found a lot of sea shells, some broken and battered, others beautiful and unblemished. I wrote my name in the sand, took pictures of the sunset, buried my toes beneath the ocean and most importantly, praised God for the way he loves me so perfectly and knows exactly what i need when i need it.
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