Call me a Florida girl if you want to, but Ft. Desoto beach is one of the greatest places in the world.
After a busy night of paper-writing on Friday, it was glorious to sleep in and then jump in the car with some of my dearest friends. Windows open and music on is where I live always... but it's even sweeter when the car is aimed for open skies and blue water.
Laying there in the sun and a breather from the insanity that has been life lately was amazing. But even better was waking up to sweetness.
Drifting off (in my usual manner) only to awake to Tom Petty or the Counting Crows or Hootie or Elton John... called out of brief, gentle naps by different joyful sounds.. each time to a slightly different flavor of my favorite musical sweetness... to a quick glance at the waves crashing in... or at my sister, functioning as amazingly as ever in that one-on-one relational ministry that is her signature... or at the amazing guy resting beside me... or at the other amazing guys, doing the relational ministry thing and digging a random canal.
It was a beautiful moment.
And, now that it has dulled a little, I don't even mind the slight sting of summer on my shoulders because it take me right back to resting in the sun and enjoying the beautiful in life.
It was a perfect moment.
And I am so thankful.
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