Sailing has quickly moved up in the list of my favorite things to do.
I tend to not be a fan of sparkles but I am one hundred percent a fan of the sparkle on the water the sun creates.
My soul was so content in this moment. A couple of my favorite things: starbucks, the ocean, and the Word.
Sunrise and the rise of my wisdom from the Bible. The day was moving in the right direction.
The intricate details within every palm tree is unique. I think humans are like that too. We all are somewhat similar, yet we are all different.
Reading the Bible on the beach with one of your best friends is surreal. Thankful for a best friend who loves Jesus like I do.
I have an addiction to the studying the Bible and coffee. Personally, I think my addiction is swell. Rehab isn’t an option.
My outfit entails a funny story. My mom believes that the outfit was too far out there in the realm of thing that are okay to be seen in out in public. I, on the other hand, thought the quirkiness of the outfit was brilliant, so I bought it.
Sunglasses, sunshine, and smiles
Before were faced the giant beast of 15 hours of driving through the night after a day full of school and work; we slayed the beast.
“Don’t do anything you will regret. Protect yourself. Don’t get arrested. If you are going to drink, be smart. Don’t get a girl pregnant and don’t get pregnant. Stay together. I will see you in two weeks,” said every one of my teachers.
Senior spring break has a running stereotype that, unfortunately, I would deem accurate. When people think of teens who are about to graduate, they immediately think teens are within a mindset that reflects the saying “no regrets.” Since entering high school, snapchat stories as well as words through the grapevine allowed me to conclude that all stereotypes are as accurate as claiming the sky is blue. It kills that it is expected for students to act in this way so much so that the teachers feel the need to state the things I referred to above. Why in the world have we decided to accept that those actions are okay as long as we use protection within all scenarios? I have the perfect idea for protection: don’t do it.
Many people tell me to “Live a little.” In fact, I wish I had a dime for every time someone has said something along the lines of I need to let go and have fun. Honestly, I used to take it to heart each time someone told me that. It made me feel like I was a boring person and who wants to believe people think they are boring? I can recall to different times in high school where I was the friend that reeled people back in. I was the annoying “parent” in the friend group; I despised myself for it for the longest time. Everyone eventually made me think I had something wrong with me because it was as if I physically could not make myself do some of the things my friends thought were fun. It’s been a battle I’ve been fighting with myself for years. During spring break, I finally won not only the battle, but also the war. There was a reason I have never been able to follow my friends in some of their activities. It’s because of the Holy Spirit within me.
Seniors party on spring break; it really is inevitable. I am ecstatic to claim that I too partied. My party companions may not have been the same as others, but I most definitely partied. My party companions consisted of coffee and Jesus. Within my eyes, it simply cannot get any better than that. There is something to be said about how much one can feel the presence of God standing on the beach. I had multiple moments that extracted the breath right out of me.
The sun rose above the ocean, painting lemon yellow, blood red orange, and purple on the sky as if it were a canvas sitting before God. The waves crashed in a pattern across the sand led by a thin line of foam. The leather from my Bible was smooth against my legs; the sand beneath me was cold. I studied my Bible allowing the words on the page to rise into the wind, spin around me, and enter my heart. Some of the words leaped off the page from Philippians.
“And it is my prayer that your love may abound more and more, with knowledge and all discernment, so that you may approve what is excellent, and so be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God.” -Philippians 1:9-11
The life within this verse alone far surpasses any life I can find within an activity created by flesh. While God was revealing to me why I felt so different among my peers, he also revealed to me something that would help with every aspect of my life. Philippians painted a clear picture of why I have felt so anxious about the different layers within my life. I was seeking happiness in the wrong places. I need to find contentment in Christ who strengthens me. It seems so simple, but what would it look like if I abided by that daily?
Another part of scripture that arrived to the party was Psalm 119. A myriad of things were revealed to me through this character. First, I identified that the Word is my tool God has gifted me with. It is my flashlight that I am able to use to guide my way through the darkness of this world. How thankful I am to be granted with such a tool as this. My heart aches at the thought of wandering the world in complete darkness. Second, Psalm 119 uncovered how truly great my God is. I wrote along the side of the scripture Psalm 119: 169-176 “How great are you Lord.” Those verses spoke to me the most amidst the chapter. Lastly, I recognized that I needed to be “all in.” What I mean by the term “all in” is not just being dedicated, but being joyfully dedicated. I need to be proud to follow the guidelines that the Lord has set for me. When my friends aren’t abiding to the same rules I have committed to, I should not be ashamed.
Standing in the sea, the darkness blankets over me. The night has come to makes its’ daily visit. The rain forces my eyes shut as it pours over me. Soft at first but progressively louder I hear a faint voice; it is singing. I focus on listening so I can make out the words. “It’s your breath in our lungs, so we pour out our praise. We pour out our praise.” It was not until several minutes passed that I realized that the source of the noise was my lips. Worship has unlocked a new definition for me.
Those moments are filled with more life than any activity I can think of. Maybe I chose to not live a little, but I did choose to live a lot.
Thanks God for a week I will never forget.