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Every summer since we moved to Texas seven years ago we have taken a vacation. Whether we went back to California to visit friends and family or explored somewhere new, we went somewhere. I don't remember doing this as a child. We went on two big vacations (Hawaii and Washington DC) and several small getaways (San Diego, Lake Arrowhead, and the Central Coast) but we did not travel every summer and we for sure did not experience elaborate vacations every year. And you know what, I look back on my childhood and do not feel like I missed out because we didn't go to Disney World or Cancun so why on earth do I feel the need to go on crazy expensive vacations every summer?

I am writing this blog as a confession because I was bummed out for totally selfish reasons. I was on Facebook witnessing all my friends and family go on these fun family vacations having the time of their lives and we weren't. It changed my attitude and demeanor and I did not like that at all. Scott and I decided before summer that we would not take a trip this year. We talked about maybe doing something small with the boys but chose not to spend thousands of dollars on a trip. We want to pay cash for everything and are trying to save for a backyard renovation, amongst other things, and did not want to charge a vacation for the mere sake of going on vacation. Even though those were good reasons, I had a bad attitude.

The other day I was getting ready and I clearly heard the Lord tell me to wait. He told me to just wait; that I rush things and ruin his plan because I cannot sit and be patient. I have a difficult time with patience. Sigh. Like most of us, I want that instant gratification even though I know it only fills me for a moment. I can't see what He has planned for me so I will take the reigns and satisfy my desires today instead of waiting for His tomorrow.

You see, this whole situation, this whole process, is so much more than a vacation. God is teaching me that there is more to this life than a trip and, quite frankly, that I need to listen to and trust Him more. My life verse (Jeremiah 29:11) is what it is for a reason. He has blessed me this summer with some incredible memories already. We have built forts, made water slides, gone to the lake, and danced in the rain. It's the moments that matter not where they happen.

I will continue to let God mold and shape me on my journey. I will stumble and push against Him and fall but He will catch me and guide me in the right direction towards Him. I like that. I find comfort in that. I will make memories here and now because that is what He has given me and I will rest in the hope of the future. I find freedom in Him.

"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, they are plans for good and not disaster, to give you a future and a hope." Jeremiah 29:11

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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