Jason was going to be going to Fort Lauderdale in October and so we planned on me tagging along. This weekend, I got to spend two nights in a gorgeous hotel on the beach in Florida.
The water was blue, the beach was white, and the air was warm, yet cool. We got to eat at this outdoor restaurant and watch the cruise ships set sail.
I spent Sunday hanging out by myself for a while because Jason was working. It was lovely having some alone time.
I know this seems so silly to write along with this post, but I can't help it. God gave the Israelites Memorial Stones to help them remember all of the things God had done for them after He delivered them from slavery in Egypt. He did this because as humans, we have a tendency to forget the great and wonderful things God does in our lives, especially when we constantly live in the next emergency or hard situation. This blog are my memorial stones. I remember this blog post more than any other...I remember writing it and I remember the feeling I had, of sheer and utter despair. I remember the feeling of being broke, of feeling like our lives were hanging on by a thread. I remember feeling like God was never going to answer our prayers. Answer our prayers, He did. I am not saying that if you are faithful, God will give you a trip to Florida. I am just saying that God heard my prayers. I don't know what tomorrow holds. I don't know what God has in store for our life. But I know that things are happening in ways I could have never dreamed. It never escapes my mind, the way the God has moved in my life and in my life with Jason. Never. I never take one single, solitary blessing for granted. Ever. I am glad I have these memorial stones to remember what God has done in my life.