Suitcases were packed, snacks were stocked, maps were studied, a farm cottage was reserved...we were all set for our country adventure in Franklin, Tennessee. But if you read my last post, you know what happened. Attack of the tree pollen. Mama was down. No go.
Let me tell you...I was one crabby apple when it came to adjusting my expectations. I tried to blame it on not feeling well, then on the medicine (I'm a natural girl as much as I can be; allergy meds make me feel weird). But the truth is, I was crabby because I didn't get my way. Because I made plans. Because suddenly, I wasn't in control. Oh, wait...I'm never in control. I just act like I am. Thank you, Lord, for the reminder.
My husband deserves a superhero cape for putting up with me. In fact, he deserves two capes: one for planning an alternate adventure for his family, and a second for enduring the grumbling of his wife. "But I don't feel good...but the lady in Franklin wants us to pay every penny...but I packed winter clothes and now I have to re-pack...but I've never heard of that place...but how do you know if it's any good?"
He was a saint. He deserves to be sainted, knighted, appreciated and admired. Thank you, sweet husband, for taking the bull by the horns and planning a last-minute Texas Hill Country Adventure that we'll never forget.
Cavern exploring, nature trails, fresh eggs, a good old fashioned board game, the first hint of bluebonnets, horse-back riding, puddle jumping, sunset watching, driving a thousand miles with nature, good conversation and a few fun stops to pass the time (no videos needed!)...what could be better than that? Only this...
...smiles, secrets, laughter and JOY!
Here's to feeling completely out of control, frustrated by unmet expectations, unsure of what's ahead...and finding out that it was even better than you could have imagined. God is good like that!
"And now to the God who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine...."