..and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
After a relaxing weekend in Pensacola, I have now started my journey up to Pennsylvania.
Chris and I drove to Pensacola Friday afternoon where we met my sister-in-law and her husband already at my great-aunt and uncle's condo. They left the next day. We toasted ourselves at the picturesque beach shuffling through white sand nestled by the dunes of the Gulf Island national seashore. It was amazingly beautiful, and we had a wonderful time. It was so good to get away and actually talk to each other!
Sunday brought our worship at the OPC mission work in Pensacola, where, amazingly, we bumped into the Heemstra's! They seem to be around wherever we go. We joked that we're Heemstra groupies, and they joked that we're trying to take over their job. We all went to the pastor's home for dinner and the afternoon. Though he is only half-way through seminary, Pastor Schortmann is a gifted preacher and expositer of the Word. We were very blessed by his sermons and how well-suited he is to pastor that particular congregation. When we got back to the condo that evening my jet-lagged aunt and uncle stumbled out of their bedroom to greet us. I can't believe it's been a year since I've seen them!
Chris had to leave in the morning to go to NOLA for inservice. My aunt and uncle began the flurry of unpacking from their cruise, doing laundry, and packing for the summer, so that they could send stuff for the summer in their car, which I am now in the process of driving to Pennsylvania, where they will sojourn for a few months at the home of their daughter, my second cousin (or first cousin once removed, I think, since she's my dad's first cousin), who lives 5 minutes away from my family, allowing me a few days in which to visit my family. Though not nearly enough, since I will arrive on Thursday and leave on Saturday. This coming Sunday is our second anniversay, and the following Monday I start German for the summer. Following the chronology so far? Good, because I'm barely hanging on. Though, I'm very disappointed not to be with Chris for this trip, books on tape from Cracker Barrel is very comforting. The miles melt away into another world.
Aaaaugh! I have so much I want to write...including a scathing book review of The Fruit of her Hands by Nancy Wilson, which I've recently read. Wretched, heinous book!
Sorry about Frank. When I have time I'll fix his lovely portaiture.