by Paula Neal Mooney
That's me back in 1996, in the Bahamas.
I'm not terribly fond of this picture -- keep in mind that I've lost weight since then -- but I do have fond memories of the place.
It was the first time I'd left the mainland; I remember the plane banking off the eastern edge of Florida and heading down toward bright blue waters with little islands jutting out of them.
My husband and I had just quit our jobs -- but we'd already booked the trip to stay in the Atlantis in Paradise Island, Bahamas.
Turns out our Author and Finisher worked it out perfectly so that the end of our trip coincided perfectly with the beginning of our new job. I couldn't have planned it better myself....
Other memories include beautiful beaches in the Bahamas, too rough to swim in whilst we were there (even the lifeguard said he wasn't swimming in surf that rollicking, so I knew I wasn't going in) but still gorgeous to look at just the same.
There was the weird feeling of not being "safely" landlocked in the continental US, as I'm accustomed. And heading over the big bridge into the shopping area, I remember seeing a dead dog in the street and thinking: I'd never see this back at home.
But all in all, my trip down to the islands reminds me of anxiousness over our new jobs and packing and moving to a new city -- coupled with a pretty hotel room and vista, along with an underwater aquarium tunnel that you could walk thru with fish and sharks floating above your head.
I wish we would've relaxed more and leaned on the everlasting arm back then, knowing that He was gonna make everything all right.
After all, God always makes the crooked paths straight...