Teaming with Life

What does teaming mean anyways? But reardless, I have found my little adventurous self to be full of that colorful, intangible joy called life.

I went to the dock this morning. Did I mention I am in Grand Turk? And just like yesterday, there was a massive school of little 4" fish crowding around to see the morning dock entertainment that was, yet again, the same golden retriever fetching the same stick over and over and over. Yesterday's Baracuda was back, and with a baby close behind. My dad and I were laughing about how if a Baracuda ever took a bite of Madison, he would go to the dock every day in absolute mourning for his lost water life, as he would never attempt to fetch a stick in water again. In that light, I threw 4 rocks at the baracuda. Tomorrow, if it persists, I will throw 5. There were little 4" fish and big 6" fish and yellow fishes and black fishes. On the windows were geckos, in the bathroom were the cockroaches, and in my bed was a shiny little green beetle, lying on its back, probably beside me all night, for all I know.

Life is everywhere.

My dad and I spent the morning together. This is probably the first father's day in how many years we have been together. It was lovely. We talked about wedding and Ryan, and I cried and the beauty and purity I feel walking into a beautiful marriage. I have never felt to innocent and lovely, and I can only anticipate the wedding day with tears of overwhelming joy and eagerness.

Dad prayed a few years ago that God would rescue him from so much heart ache, life turmoil and an overwhelmed life, and just cuddle him for a while. God honored that, and that is what we both see in my marrying Ryan. It is God loving me and protecting me and sending me into a time of great peace after many years of turmoil.

Thank you Lord for your provision and one of my amazing Dads!