Funnel cakes and healing waters
Another weekend come and gone, a weekend crammed full of rare and thrilling memory-making moments.
Someone sensed my heart's desire and, after half a century or so, brought back the county fair. Seriously, y'all, I could be right at home on an episode of Andy Griffith, and my visions of canned pickles and sledgehammer swinging were gloriously fulfilled. Strolling around to homegrown southern rock, the smell of funnel cakes and deep fried Oreos wafting through the air, ridiculously expensive games, and beautiful flashing lights in every color on the spectrum.
We rode the ferris wheel, the boys and me, and for a moment, I was suddenly ten years old at the Pavilion in Myrtle Beach. Oh, to pass on the glee of my childhood to my sons. There's nothing like it in the world.
And then, a day on our lake. Hours of fun on Poppop's boat, looking for the biggest houses, and spying out quiet, empty beaches to drop anchor and swim a while.
It meant so much, a day to embrace this precious community that I've called home since before I can remember. We grieve the loss of lives and innocence here, more evidence of a downward-spiraling world. Our community has been torn in two by senseless tragedy, and yet we are coming together to stand firm and strengthen one another. We are choosing love over hate. And we will heal. And just maybe, we will find all of this and more in the only One who can provide the hope we so desperately need.
Lord, restore the joy I had
I have wandered, bring me back
In this darkness, lead me through
Until all I see is You
Someone sensed my heart's desire and, after half a century or so, brought back the county fair. Seriously, y'all, I could be right at home on an episode of Andy Griffith, and my visions of canned pickles and sledgehammer swinging were gloriously fulfilled. Strolling around to homegrown southern rock, the smell of funnel cakes and deep fried Oreos wafting through the air, ridiculously expensive games, and beautiful flashing lights in every color on the spectrum.
We rode the ferris wheel, the boys and me, and for a moment, I was suddenly ten years old at the Pavilion in Myrtle Beach. Oh, to pass on the glee of my childhood to my sons. There's nothing like it in the world.
And then, a day on our lake. Hours of fun on Poppop's boat, looking for the biggest houses, and spying out quiet, empty beaches to drop anchor and swim a while.
It meant so much, a day to embrace this precious community that I've called home since before I can remember. We grieve the loss of lives and innocence here, more evidence of a downward-spiraling world. Our community has been torn in two by senseless tragedy, and yet we are coming together to stand firm and strengthen one another. We are choosing love over hate. And we will heal. And just maybe, we will find all of this and more in the only One who can provide the hope we so desperately need.
I have wandered, bring me back
In this darkness, lead me through
Until all I see is You
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