Belly Laughs

We need sun.  We chased it all the way to this beautiful, faraway, no cars allowed, feels like Survivor Island. And we found it. For 2 days. And then on the third day, the rains came.

I prayed to God for sun on that third day. My mom was arriving on the island and we were preparing by shouting out, “the plane, the plane!”

I prayed my mom would arrive to find sunny skies.  The winter had been so long for all of us.  It’s the third day! we needed rebirth, restoration, resurrection.

God had other plans.  He agreed with the part about rebirth but He didn’t see the sun as an integral part of that.

He chose rain.

It poured. Puddles were everywhere. There was a reprieve when we met my mom at the dock and she got off the ferry. We ate cheeseburgers inside at the restaurant. It was good to be together.  It was evening and pitch black outside. No light pollution on the island. Probably because there are no lights!

We didn’t all fit in the golf cart on the way home so my husband walked in the pouring rain while I drove my kids and my mom. We zipped through puddles using a flashlight to just barely light the way. We were getting splashed.  My mom thought something was biting her.  We had her luggage.  She kept saying, “Are we almost there?” It was hilarious. The laughing and screaming and everyone telling me where to go and me getting lost was perfect. Many stomach hurt from laughing so much.  I literally haven’t laughed that hard in years.

There is no way I could have planned that moment. Sometimes I don’t know what I need so I pray for things like sunshine. But He knows and He brings the bigger things like laughter and moments that I know for sure none of us will ever forget.

And today He woke me up with this.  The sun. And a dull ache in my abs from laughing.

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That’s my husband and our dog on our morning walk.  The dog he didn’t want and now can’t get enough of.  The meaning I draw from this: I was right again. 🙂 Maybe another example of not knowing what we really need until we get it. ❤️

Author: Sue

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  • Sounds awfully similar to the many stories I have shared with friends about the quaint island of Boca Grande?
    Enjoy and teach your kids the lyrics to Here Comes the Sun!

  • Love it Sue! I don’t know where u are, but it sounds wonderful. Glad you are enjoying!! Please bring back the warmth to us