“`God’s in His heaven, all’s right with the world,’ whispered Anne softly.” – Anne of Green Gable/Robert Browning

A sunny day escape in the Pacific Northwest makes me feel like God is certainly in His heaven … that truly, all is right with the world.  So that’s what we did over Martin Luther King Jr. Day weekend; took a rambling drive into the Olympic Peninsula and (re-) explored the town of Poulsbo.

We don’t always do “getting away” well.  Sometimes stuff follows us and the car becomes a verbal boxing ring on wheels.  In fact, some of the best marriage advice we ever received was that before an extended vacation, schedule a dinner out for the sole purpose of a pre-vacation “fight”.  Maybe others aren’t like us, but so much stress can build just from the process of getting away that as soon as the two of us are alone in a room (or a car), all of the ugly comes out. Without the pre-vacation fight, a whole day or two of down time can be lost trying to resolve issues that merit attention, but are such a nuisance on days meant for fun.

Thankfully, our single day trip to Poulsbo didn’t need a pre-session.  We were so thankful to drive away from pill bottles, blood pressure cuffs, phone calls to make, and overthinking, that we quickly eased into a day of reflection and appreciation.  It was like a true, Biblical Sabbath.

We started the drive in prayer; some for ourselves … some for others … much for our nation.  Then we just talked.  We thought a little about the future; drove past our old house in Gig Harbor and wrestled a little with nostalgia.  A few “what ifs” and “if onlys” tried to commandeer our thoughts. Then we stopped ourselves and just took in the day … six minutes at a time. The future will come as God gives it to us.  The past is no longer available. So here is what being present just six minutes at a time brought our way.

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“Bird in the mirror.” (Pouslbo)
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The naval shipyards in Bremerton, WA. (Seen from Port Orchard.)
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Post Christmas. A bit of the holiday lingers in one of the famed bakeries in Poulsbo.
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My handsome husband. Very glad to escape for awhile.
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Poulsbo’s Harbor near sunset.
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Dogs like window shopping too. (Poulsbo)
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It was so cold out! But this view fooled us into thinking that summer must be close by.
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A cool shop in Pouslbo; full of glass tiles, just waiting to be made into something beautiful.
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Showing off
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Ferries passing

 

 

 
We have a friend who is going through something similar to what we did the first and most recent times Mike was admitted to the hospital. She is wedged smack into the middle of the craziness.  After several surgeries, her husband is being super slow about waking up from sedation.  The unknowns are piling up, and there is no escape on a sunny day; just a room full of monitors, medicines, and best guesses.  And waiting. There’s a whole of of waiting.

In her shoes, I sometimes scrolled through pictures like these and of others living life and reminded myself that better days are coming.  God IS in His heaven. Yet, thankfully, His “holy hill” is not so far away that He cannot hear and that He cannot reach.

I cried aloud to the LORD,
and He answered me from His holy hill.  Psalm 3:4b

From the end of the earth will I cry unto you, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.  Psalm 61:2

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