On Sunday afternoon, we packed Elsa to the brim and headed for the coast. We hadn't even made it to the end of the driveway when I realized we'd forgotten a handful of things. We coaxed little Jobie's eyelids to stay open until we passed through Starbucks and then we settled in for our triple-hour road trip.
I think everyone should have a place that brings their soul to rest. And for us, it's here. We never leave this place the same way we came. We've come here before with heavy hearts, tired hearts, hopeful hearts, and now, happy-to-just-be-here hearts. And no matter our condition, we always leave mended, refreshed. It's like that phrase my mom always quoted to me-- leave something in better condition than when you found it. That something is our hearts.
The other night, my husband and I whispered back and forth to each other in the dark, while the boys slept feet away in another room, thanking God for this getaway for our family. (My husband is actually teaching a class on Philippians here in Cannon Beach, but this trip has also allowed small pockets of time for us to relax as a family.) Aside from our Oregon + California coast summer vacation, it's the first time away, in several years, that hasn't been out of necessity, you know, the kind where you feel your life might implode if you aren't allowed a moment to catch your breath. This trip hasn't been filled with overdue oil changes or study sessions for future sermons, but instead, naps!, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and popcorn parties (three times!), and a date with my Graeme-bear, where we talked deeply about narwhals, monsters in Africa, and Jesus. (glory!)
And so, this is where we are. And sometimes, I feel guilty for posting so many stories and pictures of the same place over and over and over and over again. But I've come to realize, this week, that this place? It opens up our view to the One who mends our soul holes. Oh, we think it's this place. But no. It's Him. It's seeing Him in this place. And that's something I'll probably never stop posting about.