Tag: vacation

World Traveler in Full Effect

I’ve had the privilege to travel to many different places since that first cruise both domestically and internationally. I actually received a prophetic word about it. A woman who I esteem said she saw me on airplanes. I was skeptical because at the time, I was knee-deep in grief and did not see myself willy-nilly vacationing. But that was exactly what happened and ended up being a vital part of my healing.

You know you know God when…

As soon as I heard the Hawaiian people’s native calls echoing in the atmosphere, chills caressed my arms and my mind flashed back to a time where I didn’t even exist when African tribal groups released a similar sound. I knew in that moment, we were all the same. So many cultures have that same history of tribal people groups, navigating the land God gave them, being good to it, and reaping from the benefit of those nurturing acts. The land was good to them and in return, it flourished.

A Rocky Christmas

It is Christmas morning. I’m sitting on a comfy couch near a cozy fire drinking a cup of coffee. The tree is small but welcoming and although there are only two presents under it they are wrapped in love. I’m visiting with a woman who goes back to my childhood. She’s the only one I… Continue reading A Rocky Christmas

High-Highs, Low-Lows

It’s the New Year.  And normally I would do a summary of the old year.  I would reflect on all He had done and how He had moved and how far I had come.  But I won’t do that this year.  Not because He hadn’t moved and He hadn’t done and I hadn’t come.  But… Continue reading High-Highs, Low-Lows

FuN in tHe sUN

Last week I found myself either lounging on a white sandy beach, snorkeling under the clear blue water, kayaking with a dear friend, eating fresh salmon on the deck of the Norwegian Sky for breakfast or strolling in the Botanical Gardens.  Last week I found myself doing things I’ve never done before.  Things I’ve dreamed… Continue reading FuN in tHe sUN

Dusting Off The Passport

So this morning I did something I haven’t done in a long time.  I looked under my bed, dug out the box decorated in Paris, France symbols, and took out my passport.  The passport I purchased nearly 4 years ago that has been collecting dust under my bed. And I smiled. Because now I will… Continue reading Dusting Off The Passport