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...
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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...
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Comments
Never been to the Bahamas before, my parents like it though. They won't take me :(
That underwater Aquarium looks kinda scary too. I would have ran right past everyone and waited on the other side lol.
Always nice reading your blog.
Peace Zawadi
We'll always have fond memories of the Georgia Sea Islands. There's a coastal get away I could go to again, and again, and again.
This was a wonderful post. I haven't been to the Bahamas or anywhere off the mainland. I'm planning my first trip to London for next year.
As a fledgling blogger, I read your newsletters and blogs consistently because you have a great deal of useful info. It's hard sometimes to lean on HIS everlasting ARM, but I'm learning to do so more often.
Keep up the wonderful work and GOD bless you.
peace, Villager