Paddle Boarding

I was sitting in an oceanesque, seafood restaurant on Carolina Beach, NC, five years ago when I saw in the canal that ran along one side of the beautiful island a person paddling on a surf board.

It wasn't a surfboard; rather, a paddle board and I was mesmerized.

Tranquil and calm, I have wanted to try this sport for five years ...

... and added it to my summer 2016 things to do list.

I loved it! 

Prepared to go under a few times getting my balance, I learned I have very good balance and didn't go under once.

It was peaceful and calm gliding on the water. 

Quiet. I enjoyed the quiet.

Things I never considered were: I could sit and paddle, much like a kayak and I laid flat on my back floating in the sunshine.

A leisurely day on the water, unrushed. 

It was far better than I imagined.

Life Interrupted

I was going to the book store to find a book for Brooke when the first book my eyes saw was a book from my favorite new author, Priscilla Shirer, the book is called Life Interrupted.

Sometimes you know, just know, and while I cringed, I knew God knew and was pointing the way.

Life interrupted. That's me.

I am a clear-vision, I can see my future kind of girl and more than ready to blow up any mountains in my path to get there. Get there quick and live in the land of happiness and bliss.

Life interruptions have left me blindsided and dizzy as if I've lost my balance.

God says, "I know ... this will help."

There is raw pain and beauty in letting go.

In trusting that God knows all, sees all, and knows the future we cannot see in our limited human perspective. Sometimes that is my only peace when there isn't peace. At. All.

I feel as if I have rode through a hurricane and have been dropped in a country uncertain of where I am. Coughing, gasping for air as I regain my equilibrium, reaching, hand opened to God, He is breathing new life in me.

Interruptions.

My crystal-clear life plan derailed.

Yet, He knows.