Rarely will you ever hear me say that I miss a time in my life. Not because I had some crappy life but because I truly enjoy wherever in life I am. I don’t miss Phyllis being two, though, I loved 2, or really any age. Each time in your life has it’s pros and cons but when you love Jesus, you see way more pros than cons.
Today I was driving over a bridge on Grosse Isle and I said “I miss having a boat” well, technically, it was my dad’s boat, but we don’t need to get technical. I thought I’d always be a boater. Seriously, I thought once my dad didn’t have a boat, I’d have one. But that’s not God’s plan for my life, and let me tell you, I did not just say that with a smile. I didn’t. Ok, there you have it. I WANT A BOAT!
Wonder why I’m so uptight, and wound up, because drinking water is not the same as swimming in it. Reading is not the same on the beach as it is when you’re on a boat. The warm sun, even rainstorms are better when you’re on a boat. Nothing winds me down more than being by the water. Hence why I go read a certain bench by the riverwalk or why I go to Belle Isle.
I started to cry. Yes, that’s right, like a little baby, I cried. I trust God with all that I am, but can’t I have a boat? Really, doesn’t have to be big, just something to tool around in, I’d be happy to continue to pull up the anchor. I don’t need to go water-skiing, I just need a place to sit, and read, jump in the water when I’m hot.
Ok, so there is my whining for the day. It’s too beautiful to keep all that up. I just wish I had a boat! I thought I’d be a boater my whole life! Because my heart still is!