Next week is our forty-fourth anniversary. We are considering taking a few days and getting away. It’s not an easy process. First, where to go? Last year we rented a hotel room in the French Quarter in New Orleans. It was a big mistake. It was noisy especially at night. We are not really party people, but everyone there was. Everyone was having a great time, while we were trying to sleep.
We could go to the beach. We aren’t really beach people. We don’t go out on the sand, too hot and sandy. We lay on the balcony and listen to and watch the water. We did that last September. So going to the beach has a kind of been-there-done-that feel to it. It might be too soon to do it again.
We have a favorite hotel up in Branson on the lake. We haven’t been there in several years. So that sounds like fun. There is much to do up there but Branson is kind of far. It really takes folks like us a couple of days to get there and a couple of days to get back. It seems like too much trouble.
Then there is the issue of all that happens while we are gone. I don’t know about you, but every time we leave town it seems like everyone goes crazy back home. Last anniversary while we were in noisy New Orleans, there was an attempted coup at our church and our favorite young couple broke up. We spent the time away on the phone acting like delegates to the United Nations. Maybe we shouldn’t take the chance.
Here it is a year later. Our favorite couple is back together, married and very happy. The coup failed and our church is better than ever. Maybe we should take off and let the chips fall where they may. I know there is a spiritual lesson here. I’m just not sure what it is. Maybe God sends us out-of-town when He has important things to do and we might mess things up. Maybe the lesson is that whether we stay or whether we go, life will go on. That’s kind of depressing.
I’m getting a head ache trying to figure this all out. Just pray for us. Forty-four years is a long time. I’m kind of worn out.
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