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Rest.

I lie here on the couch, sipping sprite and laugh to think of the appropriateness of this word for me today. Yes, we had plans for a 2 part vacation over almost 2 weeks. Part I was in Mobile, AL for the Presbyterian Church in America’s General Assembly. It is our last.

We aren’t big wigs or anything, but we always run into people we have known over many years of serving in many places, in two denominations as well as from college years, an independent mission and a variety of serendipitous places. There is no other place we would run into this collection of people before heaven.

Part II of our plan was to travel on to Florida to see an old friend from years ago, my sister and some of her family, stop in Ft. Lauderdale where we met, married, served together…and where I grew up.                 stop

Then head to Miami, where we lived for most of the 1980’s and visit one of the churches where Ron served on staff. I’m not sure anyone is left there that even knew us. It just would have been fun to visit. After that we planned to chill for a few days more with my sister in Melbourne, FL and head home.

Plans change, people get sick

Sadly, I came down with a bad case of food poisoning on Wednesday night after we got back to our room and by Thursday morning, I realized there was no way we would make the second leg of our trip! Ron drove us home after a late check-out from the hotel and we made it here without incident.

It is now Saturday and I am still dizzy and only dare to drink sprite and gatorade with a few crackers here and there. Rest is all I can do. Sleep, rest, drink, repeat!

No it wasn't the weekend I planned at all. Nor was it the post I would have planned. Click To Tweet

No it wasn’t the weekend I planned at all. Nor was it the post I would have planned. It might have been fun to write about something lofty about Sabbath rest or making sure to take time to rest or resting in Christ for salvation?

Well not today. Today, I’m resting in the fact that GOD knows what is best for now. The trip would have been fun, but not the way I feel today. Ugh! I have to rest in GOD even after I’ve puked my guts up…as gross as that sounds.

Today, I'm resting in the fact that GOD knows what is best for now. If His grace can't meet me here, where can it meet me? Click To Tweet

And what could be grittier than that? If His grace can’t meet me here, where can it meet me? Right?

The heart of man plans his way,
    but the Lord establishes his steps.
Proverbs 16:9

 

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