Stepping off a wonderful vacation and back into reality is tough, and yet something within us knows it can never last. Even at the edges of a dream we can always sense reality just hovering, nipping at our heels.
I was thinking about that today in prayer time as I was letting the memories, sounds and sights wash over me. I used to have a terrible time coming down off a good vacation. I would rebel against going home, starting work or school. I would keep comparing the beautiful place I had just been to where I came back to.
But kicking and screaming on the inside is so tiring, and no way to live.
With passing years, God has taught me how to be okay with it. One of the things I value most about my faith is knowing that my reality is steeped in the Presence of a loving God who has promised to never leave me or forsake me.
And as beautiful as it was, the beauty was only the backdrop. The part that is captured and held in the grip of eternity was the time spent with someone we love, hearing their voice and seeing every expression….things that email, phone and text can never do.
I remember how we talked and laughed and cried. The beauty of the coast and the trees and the mountains will fade away someday but pouring our hearts as an offering to each other, talking about hopes, fears, dreams and God……. That’s the treasure that remains.
I think about all three of our lives, and how we are all a miracle. And it’s a miracle how God brought us back together after so many years. I smile, because I know He jotted it all down in His book when we talked about Him right there in that coffee shop. We had church.
He was listening as we exchanged survivor’s stories about how He saved our shipwrecked lives.
And now that He’s brought us back, I know it’s just the beginning of a friendship that will last until we do.
Then those whose lives honored God got together and talked it over. God saw what they were doing and listened in. A book was opened in God’s presence and minutes were taken of the meeting, with the names of the God-fearers written down, all the names of those who honored God’s name. Malachi 3:16
Gifts of the heart are precious memories.
Susan…..yes they are…..and thank you for being you!
The treasure that remains — indeed — lovely post.
Love the flower photo. 🙂
Thank you so much Harriet. It was a great trip, wonderful to see trees, real ones….and flowers and someone dear to me on top of it all. Can’t wait to go back….hope you are getting some Spring weather??? Lori
Your words are amazing! I love you Lori… my sister my friend
Oh thank you dear Heather! Love you so…