Today's our last day at the ocean ~
It's been a lovely time to slow down, simply being together and enjoying all that the beach has offered....an awakening of all five senses. I'm thankful for a restful and wonderful seven days.
Although this has been an incredible location and an absolutely beautiful week, free from the hustle and bustle of the D.C. area, I'm realizing that a place can't really give me the peace that I long for ---it's God alone who gives me true rest and peace.
..I think back to vacations our family took when I was a little girl. Most summers, we camped at Assateague Island. With five little kids and loads of gear packed into the station wagon, our family would make the 4-hour trek to the seashore, set up our big blue tent and settle the seven family members into the cramped, sticky, make-shift quarters for an entire week. We always seemed to pick the sunniest, hottest week of August, but nevertheless had a great time.
Because the mosquitos were so bad, each night my mom would liberally douse us with "Off" and admonish us every fifteen minutes, "Please zip the zipper (on the tent) or the mosquitos will get in!" And big mosquitos they were! Each one of us had a squishy air mattress to sleep on, hoping that we wouldn't wake up with itchy red welts on our legs. In the morning, my dad would make breakfast, then we would spend the day carelessly playing on the shore, getting freckles on our cheeks and sunburn on our backs.
When our frolicking on the beach was done for the day, my dad would take my twin sister and I to individually get rinsed off in the ocean because inevitably we managed to have tons of sand stuck to us. I remember literally clinging to my father as he took me into the "deep" water. At three or four years old, even a few feet into the waves seemed like the dangerous depths of the unknown.
But somehow in my dad's arms, all my fears of getting stung by a gigantic, ugly jellyfish or being buried by a 30-ft. monster wave seemed to vanish. All I knew was that I didn't need to fear and that my dad with his broad shoulders and steady strength would take care of me no matter what.
You may be asking, "So, what's the point?" It's this: Moms -- our Heavenly Father will take care of us and fight for us! He goes before us to protect us and to enable us to do that which He has called us to do -- to be wives and mothers, to love and teach our children.
My encouragement today is to rest in the Lord and don't worry about what lies ahead this fall. He will take care of us!
"Come to Me, all you who labor...and I will give you rest." -Matthew 11:28
Have a wonderful day. Keep being a great mom!