August 12, 2012

We are back in town and what a weekend to come back to!  The town of San Diego was very kind to us in the eighties with a nice coastal breeze at all times as opposed to 106 degree weather here!  Really?!  We took off in the RV on Monday and were about a half an hour away when the phone rang and we learned that the hamster had escaped.  We did what all good parents do and turned around--thankfully it was found before we made it all the way back home.  So, although the start of our vacation was a little rough. . .Campland by the Bay did not let us dwell on that mishap.

We relaxed on the beach, swam in the pools, and feasted for four days of fun! We took walks and bike rides that lasted for hours.  We rode around Mission Bay Park and Fiesta Island--it was a long almost three hour ride which wore us out!  The bike path was a little narrow, and the sand made Bubba slip once in a while, so I would love to say it was totally enjoyable. . .but I'm a mom--a worrier mom, and it was a little stressful, but we did it!

We rented a golf cart and explored the camp further.  We  walked the beach looking for seashells and sea glass.  We had a fire and made s'mores, and we watched The Great Outdoors.  Sidenote:  the rating system of the eighties was very different from today.  There were multiple times in this film that the 7-year-old pointed out, "That is inappropriate."  Oops. . .we watched it anyways and had a good laugh or two, or three!!  We played a rather aggressive game of princess Memory while Nessa napped one afternoon and it got a little heated. Can you tell?

Our time together in the RV is always one where I am reminded of God's faithfulness.  I am in close corners with the people whom I love most, enjoying the beauty of the outdoors that He created for us!  There is no mail to open or big quarters to clean.  It is just us living simply and fully with minimal distractions.  The time away was so necessary, so good.

Three days into the trip when our realtor called to let us know the price had been reduced on the house we had been in escrow with, my heart didn't sink.  It didn't leap.  I felt a calm peacefulness that God's plan would be revealed.  So we put in an offer for what they were asking.  When they countered for our best, we didn't budge or offer any more.  If it was meant to be it would be. . .

So, the roller coaster continued, only this time my emotions didn't rule me.  This time I continued to count my blessings about the house we currently live in.  This time, I made sure I was present with the kids in all our beach outings and not distracted by wandering complicated thoughts of that other house.  I wasn't anxious; the waiting didn't bother me at all.  I just kept living in the now because that's all that really matters anyway.  Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. – Matthew 6:34

To be continued. . .