When I was a little kid I thought my parents were scared of airplanes😂. I would stand in front of them and wonder why we never thought traveling for the holidays was something we could do, instead of having to spend the holidays with my annoying brother who tackled me at every turn and helped himself to the sweets my grandmother would send over.
I had no doubt in my mind that one day I would hop on a plane and go see the world and it never crossed my mind that I needed to have money for it. I started keeping pictures in my travel journal of places that I would see with the love of my life. By the way, the love of my life is my grandmother -that woman has been my sunshine, my rainbow and the greatest love of my life.
I imagined that I would escape to Paris on my first maiden trip and I would somehow bump into a prince during a Casting Crown concert and he would stare at me and it would be love at first sight. He would lift his eyes on the high notes and his hands would go high in praise that he had met me🙈.
So imagine, when I adulted and I realized that I needed to get a passport and actual money (not monopoly money) to see the world. Sometimes when I lose hope I turn to this wonderful verse:
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
Ecclesiastes 3 vs 1
Cheers to the traveling hallelujahs 🥂
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