It’s a part of my yearly routine now. I go down to Miami to get some sun and fun. I hook up with my girl Missy. I reminisce the old times when I used to be a Florida girl. I still am. And now a Paris girl, too. A sweet combination of all the things dandy that have crossed my life. Miami is such a burst of energy when you pop in from the wintry Canada. How sweet it feels to kick off them winter boots and trade in for flip flops.
Change and time off from our daily life is what we need. Just to walk on the beach and listen to the waves, and life. I take in all that. I dip my toes in the water. It caresses my painted nails. I feel thankful. I feel alive. I feel like all my past struggles don’t really matter. Well, they do because they’ve molded, and keep molding me. But they are just lessons that kindly guide me and my heart. They don’t rule me, anymore. Or at least at that moment they don’t.
Reflecting like this is pivotal for me. I love checking where I am headed. Trying to connect with my God to see what is up ahead. Sometimes He lets me in on secrets. Other times I am just to accept that now it is not the time, but the time to be faithful and patient.