Monday, May 12, 2008
I'm ocean sick I think. I don't mean like sea sick, but more like home sick but only for the ocean. Vicki and I almost always take a trip to North Carolina this time of the year. Her grandmother lives in Emerald Isle, a little city on the southernmost part of the Outer Banks. So we just ˆhaveˆ to go visit her at least once a year. It's a tough job.
But this year we weren't able to pull off a May trip, mostly because of work stuff. So we're stuck here, ocean sick. I'm surprised by how much I miss being there. I see God differently when I'm there. He's bigger. And I always come back happier for being reminded of that.