This was my spontaneous weekend. Well actually only because I have a loving patient amazing BFF who's crazy wacky and brilliant idea it was to whisk away to this place. This amazing spanse of un-ending glory and grace and beauty and story and love and forgiveness and depth and awesomeness and healing and hope that we sometimes so short-sidedly call an ocean.
Oh it's so much more than an ocean....so so so much more.
At first I sat at a picnic table yards away from the sand and let my BFF inch her way closer to it's majesty. Silly me.
I soon knocked some sense into my little broken heart and rolled up my skinny jeans and walked in the cool powder-like feeling of the sand and let it squish between my toes. It was extra cool in January so un-like when you have to skip across it on a hot August day. It was dreamy.
I sat. I cried. I prayed. I soaked it all in begging God to heal my broken heart from my coffee date earlier that morning with an incredible man that I may never see again. Only time and God truly know.
I don't often share THIS type of truth on my blog but this year in this twenty twelve year I will.
This break up is raw and real and deep and sad and I'm in it big time right now. So bear with me I'm walking my journey for reals today.
Trust. That's what I'm trying to do today.