An old post..

This used to be easy for me, but for some reason my mind seems to go in a million different directions when I sit down to write. I think it's from my lack of outside human contact, and my mind wants to have every conversation imaginable. Anyways I am enjoying a quiet morning with my blanket, laptop, and John Mayer in the background. I am thinking of our trip to California next week. I miss San Francisco. My husband doesn't understand why I love it so much. He just remembers the traffic. But I remember the smell of the water in the air, the quiet in the morning, the excitement at Christmas, the clam chowder at the pier, dates with my husband, double dates with my best friend, girls night at Steps of Rome. I could go on and on and on. But last night I got to thinking about why I love it so much, and I remember one very special night during a very lonely time in my life. I was on the beach where our school always had the annual bonfire. I broke away from the group and went down the beach by myself, turned off my ipod and just listened. I cried, and the only thing I knew was that I was tired of being in that part of my life. God spoke to me that day. He pushed back a very big cloud in my mind. I began a journey there than has not been easy, and I have had ups and downs since then. But I have always had this night to remember.

Most people remember where they were when they built an altar. I remember San Francisco, I remember that night on the beach.