I’m sitting here this Monday in my living room wondering if I really did that trip to South Carolina last week. I knew it when I returned that it would seem like a dream, but I didn’t realize it would happen so quickly. As I type my sweet Samuel is resting in my arms, and sigh, that part of being home feels so great.
Starfish. For most of my week in Hilton Head I was like that creature — embedded in the sand at the edge of the ocean. I just sat there and rested and thought about life and let my heart heal. There aren’t adequate words that describe the feelings of and thoughts and joy of that week, but over the next week or so I’m going to try to capture just a bit of it in my writing. I want to remember.
no pics for the first set — just my words as I describe my late night adventure home.
Flying next to a storm. That’s what we did. As soon as our plane left Atlanta my dear friend Julie told me to look out the window. When I did I noticed an amazing thunderstorm. I vacillated between wanting to watch that glory at 30000 feet and not letting the fear of flying and flying by that storm take over. It was an unbelievable experience.
Turbulence and Chicago. That was the next step. I heard the pilot, as the plane was bumping around and the lightening flashed outside, announce that we’d be maneuvering through a couple of storm cells directly ahead. Now those clouds weren’t looking so beautiful. About five minutes later, I heard our pilot announce that we’d be landing in Chicago and that the flight crew needed to prepare for landing.
We landed fast. (that needed it’s own point — and for those of you who fly you know what that was like.)
Tarmac. We sat there for a little over an hour — we didn’t know if we’d be sleeping in the airport (as all the hotels were full) or leaving. As the ground crew added more fuel (because we’d have to fly way around the storms) I watched an impressive lightening display outside of my window. I never knew what airport in Chicago we landed at — but I did manage to sing a couple of lines from the song Chicago — much to my friends dismay — hee hee hee, how could I not sing that as I’m sitting in Chicago? Finally, the pilot was cleared to take off for Minneapolis. As he lifted off I prayed and closed my eyes. That flight? The smoothest of all of them. The turbulence simply felt like the plane was rocking back and forth. And then I was home. At 1:15 in the morning. I did it. I really did.
That last morning. I went for a walk and was greeted with the most amazing sunrise. As my feet wandered around the beach — as I was looking for shells for my kiddos — my heart was content and at rest. Throughout my week in Hilton Head I was being taught important lessons. Most ones that I couldn’t have prepped for, and yet experienced. I’m looking forward to sharing how the Lord worked on my heart in South Carolina.
Unbelievable Low Country food. (just look at the picture — again no words needed –man, the food was awesome in South Carolina.)
And an even more unbelievable meet-up. In Charleston. At the beautiful Poogan’s Porch on Queen Street. With a now even sweeter and dearer and truly life-long friend. I can’t wait to share more with you moreabout it — and how the meet-up was truly a gift from the Lord — and how it simply could not be a coincidence. It’s a touching and unbelievable story, my friends. Beautiful. Makes me tear up even remembering it.
The pig. And of course I need to end with an obligatory picture of the store (or a semi truck from the store) where we shopped in the South. No CUB Foods or Super Targets or Marketplace Foods. Nope. It was the Piggly Wiggly. Love it. And now I have a 99cent Piggly Wiggly bag that I’ll be using when we go to the library. Memories. And wondering how it ever got the name Piggly Wiggly. 🙂
I’m hoping to get back into my regular blogging schedule. Adjusting into normal life is a bit more challenging than I thought it would be — I’m so grateful to be home — and yet, I don’t know what to do first — and surprisingly I’m so tired (must have been that super long flying experience) — and I’m still processing the trip. Thanks for sticking with me last week and my infrequent posts, and prayer requests, and chatting about the beach. You guys are the best.
It all sounds heavenly!
That starfish picture is so great! That airplane ride would have had me on the edge of my seat…I have a fear too even though I do it because I like to go places. How neat to see the storm though from so high up. The fast landing…yes, it deserved it’s own bullet. The sunrise and the waves…what a time to be with Jesus! That shrimp looks divine…I want to jump into the computer and have a taste. I can’t wait to hear more about the meet up 🙂 Enjoy the snuggles from your babies!
I am so glad you had a wonderful time! I was wondering if you’d taken a liking to the South, and from what you’ve said, sounds like ya have. Yeehaw! 😉
Can’t wait to hear/see more about the trip.
P.S. Did you try any southern sweet tea while on vacation? ^_^
Can’t wait to hear more. I’ve never seen a Piggly Wiggly. I think I’m missing out.
When you need a refill from The Pig, just hop over to Wisconsin : )
what a true gift of a week. no one deserves it more. i can only imagine how sweet it was especially with you silly mn girls who i adore!!! : )
i love the poogan’s porch teaser. i can’t wait to tell our stories!!!
i’ve only shopped at the pig once. ha! i went to trader joe’s yesterday… awww… best store evah next to target. we’re getting one in mt. pleasant this week!
have a blessed blessed day my sweet friend as you love on those babes of yours.
ps. it’s even more fun to read your posts now that i’ve heard your voice… love it.
I should also say that I’m very proud of you and Julie for making it through that flight madness. Phew! What a crazy night!
Hilton Head is one of my favorite places to go! I hope it was a great getaway for you! Visiting from MM
You’re talking about my neck of the woods! Nothing like a sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean, a plateful of shrimp and grits (I know there are no grits in that pic), and a Piggly Wiggly on the corner. (My family calls it Hoggly Woggly, by the way or just The Pig. The shirts were really popular among the elementary kids last year. Maybe you’ll start a trend there!) 82 Queen (right next door to Poogan’s Porch)is my daughter’s favorite place to eat lunch.
I love love love the starfish picture…gorgeous!
I can’t wait to hear more. Love moments like the ones you shared (or will be sharing).
Sounds like an amazing trip! I look forward to reading your series.
That salad looks awesome and the cozy, quaint porch–ahhh!!!
Oh and the beach and starfish…the photo alone relaxes me!!
I am a fan of the Piggly Wiggly too! Sounds like a wonderful time – storms and all.
Were there Piggly Wiggly’s in IA? It sounds so familiar. I can’t wait to read everything you’re going to share about your week!
What comforting verses! Praying!
Psalms 23:1-3 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
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Followed your days in SC, but never seemed to have time to comment. So glad you got to go. Could SO RELATE to your heart when Samuel got sick – been there – it’s not fun – learned so much – especially the art of “holding onto” with “open hands”. Was (and still am) praying for you. Glad you’re home again. And the pig…ahhh, takes me back to my childhood. Sweet memories. Blessings this week and happy readjusting 🙂
Just spent a week at HHI too! Hope you rode some bicycles and enjoyed the drawl. The Pig is one of the best things about the low country. We vacation on Edisto Island a lot and it’s the ONLY store there! Glad the South helped you find some rest.
Found your blog from Carissa’s. I’m originally from Charleston but now live in Rochester, MN 🙂 We’re in Charleston this week on vacation. Can’t wait to go to the PIG this week. I’m thinking of getting my boys a t-shirt to wear in MN! And I can’t wait for some really good seafood!
So glad i found a new MN blog to follow. look forward to stopping back by 🙂
it is so healthy to take a step away,
and it sounds like yours was to a
as a fearful flyer, i could empathize
with your scary story. as soon as i
step onto a plane, i close my eyes
and lean into the Lord. He knows
how afraid i am and always brings