The weather has been gorgeous and I am thrilled to have spent a few days in Long Beach, CA a few weeks ago. It wasn't the outer banks, but it was a nice solitary time with sand, the ocean, and lots of walking. It was therapeutic and inspiring. It stirred up desires to do crazy things like walk every inch of coastline in America, or hike the Appalachian trail. If I wasn't a (crazy happily) married woman, I just might try an adventure like that. For now, I'll take the wonderful adventures set before me.
I did begin journaling again in CA. Sitting on the beach, no cares, no responsibilities, it just felt good to start writing again. I feel like I'm thinking a little more clearly and processing better because of it. Its always helped me to put pen to paper.
I can only pray that the helpful habits continue, and that I see sin die more and more each day. My affections for my own anger, selfishness, and entitlement have been a disease in me. One day at a time, building and focusing.