My husband called me before Spring Break. I was having coffee with a friend at a local bookstore. Jim said, with a sparkle in his voice, “How would you like to go on a Mystery trip with me for Spring Break?” Of course, I was excited and said, “Yes. What do I take to wear?”
During Easter weekend, I could hear him on the phone and computer making arrangements for our trip. I love surprises, so I didn’t cheat and try to listen or look at any of his notes.
We had a wonderful weekend with our family, 14 of them, on Easter Sunday. Come Monday morning, we were packed and on our way. I had no idea of the destination, only what I should bring to wear and that it was nine hours away. I’ve gotta tell you … I was excited! What a romantic idea for the “love of my life” to do for me after 40 years of marriage.
We drove eight hours, stopped for the night and arrived at the Greenbrier Resort in White Sulphur Springs, WV, on Tuesday morning. The beauty was breathtaking! For lack of space, I cannot go into all that we saw and enjoyed, but if you ask me, I will certainly tell you about it.
I began to think about our Lord and how He has that same idea for our life … a Mystery Trip. Just like I trusted my husband who loves me, I need to trust Jesus to lead me thru this life and to the most special place of all … Heaven. We are never sure where life will lead us, but we can be sure Who will lead us thru life. Enjoy the adventure!
I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. Revelation 21:10
Patricia Harvey
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
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A Mystery Trip, yes! Because most days I have no idea where I'm headed, and I wonder if I'll ever get there.
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Thanks for this encouragement, Patricia.
~Karen
How romantic! Isn't it wonderful how God surprises us and romances us the same way, with his beautiful creation and the work he does in our lives? :)
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