Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts

Monday, August 25, 2014

Vacation

















A snapshot of the brewing storm, taken by my lovely sis-in-law, Lydia Grace.

We are huddled on the condo porch overlooking the ocean and sky and everything in between. My skin is pink from the sun and my face hot from rubbing sunscreen under my eyes, which are also pink from splashing into chlorine, like the thin rim of watermelon. When I plummet into the clear glass water, I am breaking something, spilling out; I am calm and rememberingperhaps nothing worth retelling, but a kind of rebirth that sounds like a million little hands clapping under water. I hear the popping sound; I squint and swim downward from the center of my belly. Deflating, I push off the slippery bottom to the surface of this sun-filtered water, this sun-drenched honey, just as a writhing fish pops on the lineshimmering coins in the sun. 

And now I am here with them, rubbing my pink eyes. Some of us standing, some of us sitting, all of us listening tobaffled bywhat should never escape us: the glory of God, the power of his mighty hand, cutting through a summer storm. 

Summer storms at the beach are ghosts that demand to be reckoned with; but this one is different. I could hum on about the way it shakes usthe fear that bubbles up when we remember just how human we are, the gushing sheets of rain that rip through the dark, billowing on rooftops and pavement, setting the street lamps on fire, as if each pelt against metal sparks and erupts: a fireworks display. I could recount how the music is sweet, how we are peeling back the edges of sky and ocean with each bolt that lights up our view, as if I would need to, when God himself is composing the flash of a photograph, reminding us where the tide and black blanket sky divide. But my words are short-lived, like the jellyfish in the sand, like the popping in my ears, the quiet pounding of feet on wet tile. We are listening to Simon and Garfunkel, the words homeward bound crackling in our ears, and that's when we know that it is all true and beautiful. 

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Dreams of Pinehurst

Today, I look outside of my sister's house and see leaves covering the ground, crisp North Carolina air and a fresh cup of coffee in my hands. I am flooded with blessings, and my heart is full because I know just how rich it is to be given plenty of time to rest and count quiet days. Two sleepy dogs rest beside me, and I know in this moment that He is faithful even when I am not. 

It's a strange feeling to be given so much free time, to be honest. It feels a little awkward, but in the best way. I'm not embarrassed to tell you I spent about five minutes this morning listening to early Jazz and dancing in my pajamas facing Hannah's sliding glass door. I couldn't stop those dogs' tails from wagging even if I wanted to; I think they liked that I looked like I was going a little bit crazy. 

A few days ago I decided that I needed to scale back my full-time job to a part-time gig for a few reasons. It was difficult and I didn't want to admit that I needed this, but I definitely did and I'm so glad this transition is happening. I'm already beginning to sense fear of the unknown surfacing a little bit, but I think it's good for me. The timing is perfect too; I am currently in Pinehurst with my sister this week and will be in Charlotte next week to see our sweet nephew, Ezra James, for the first time. We are beyond blessed and cannot wait to snuggle baby E with lots of love! I was a little nervous about all of our traveling in November and December, but - thankfully - I think it's going to be more low-key than I anticipated. 

It's strange being in Pinehurst. When I walk past a street sign I get flashbacks of swimming pools that aren't there anymore, trick-or-treating in dark streets, selling the newspaper on the corner of my dad's office and eating messy ice cream cones (unsuccessfully, because of my rubber band braces). It's astounding to think about the years I spent here and how the smallest moments can come flooding back to your mind. There are new traffic circles, buildings and restaurants, and in a way, I feel like a time traveler. All of this nostalgia makes me feel warm and a little sad at the same time. 

More than anything though, I am reminded that I had a pretty damn good childhood. I think the reason it's so surreal to be back here is because my parents moved when I was in college, and I really haven't been back much since. Pinehurst will forever be like this strange, far away dream for me... but I think of it fondly. :) Anyway, I hope your week is full of rest, a little bit of pajama-dancing and recognizing the rich blessings in your life. 


Sunday, March 17, 2013

Hello Abilene


This week I am living it up in an endless supply of linens and continental breakfast mornings -- burrowing in white, fluffy sheets and enjoying complimentary coffee, a workout room and cleaning services. Saturday I traveled to the tiny Abilene, TX to spend some time with A. The past two weeks that he has been gone, we called each other and talked about how there wasn't a whole lot going on or keeping me from seeing him. I struggled with weighing my commitments in Houston to sharing a week with him. Once we discovered that we were going to be apart two (or more) additional weeks and found a willing friend to take care of the animals, we both felt like it was important to see each other. Before I knew it, I was jumping in the car with my coffee and favorite podcasts for a six hour road trip!

I plan on being a "trailing spouse" this week -- living the hotel life and spending my evenings with my husband. But I also plan on making the most of my time in a new, quiet space. I brought a crazy ambitious pile of books, plenty of empty notebooks for writing, and my bible. I'm so excited to sit out in the sun by the pool and spend endless hours in bed reading, praying, and really focusing on this opportunity to learn scripture. I'm also hopeful that I will be writing and working this week, and I am so thankful to have a job that gives me the freedom to work anywhere. Lately, I have been overwhelmed with just how blessed we are as a family. Writing it all down in my gratitude book! 



Goals for this week:

- work out (while I have access to that elliptical!)
- seek out more writing niche freelance opportunities 
- finish some (wonderful) books
- read and meditate on scripture
- catch up on some great sermons
- get organized with my editorial schedule
- write, write, write!
- be incredibly thankful

Monday, March 4, 2013

Mud + Water: Homesickness


Holy cow, friends. It's MARCH. I cannot believe A and I have been in Houston for 10 months now. That's almost a year! Have I been walking around on zombie mode this whole time? When I think about it for too long, my head seriously starts to hurt. 

This may be foolish, but there's a little part of me that assumes that as we sneak-attack-come-around to our first year living in Houston, I should somehow have moving wisdom and valuable "new girl" experience under my belt. I obviously can't claim to know everything there is to know about the moving process and establishing roots in a new home, but I do occasionally smile when I think about how my journey grew so differently from my expectations. 

Unfortunately, most of what I've learned about relocating came to me from stubbornness and large amounts of "doing it wrong." Sometimes, that's the only way to  learn stretch ourselves in this life. It's the painful growing that gets us there. 

However, there are those distinct moments when clarity forms, and I'm so grateful to have a person or words on a page teach me something that I didn't have to go through. I highly recommend the book Uprooted: A Guide for Homesick Christians for anyone who moves to a new place, whether he or she is going there with an open mind or kicking and screaming the whole way there. 

Are you moving soon, or have you moved recently? Even in the preparation time of a big move, you should read this book. It will prepare your heart and save you from potential homesickness and bitterness. If there's one thing I feel I'm becoming an expert on, it's homesickness. And thanks to Rebecca VanDoodewaard's book, I am learning how to make homesickness easier, and ultimately how to nip it in the bud. 

Here are some helpful hints I've come to learn as a Christian during this journey.
                                 
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Before you move: PRAY, PRAY, PRAY. 

If you are a believer and you're planning on a big move, that means in some respect, you've seen the cloudy pillar move, and you're about to enter into a new chapter of life. The most important thing to do now is pray that as you have been called to go forward, you will follow in trustful obedience. 

Christians, this is the hardest part of my walk and this experience. It is so tempting to get swept up in the excitement and adventure of it all, leaving communion and conversation with the Lord on the back burner. I can attest from experience that after the excitement of a new place wears off, that trustful obedience doesn't seem as appealing. Pray that he will go before you, prepare your home to be a dwelling place and sanctuary for Him, that He would provide fellowship and a solid church community. Pray that he would give you energy and confidence to step outside of your comfort zone. 

Fight the nesting mentality and get plugged in.

This is entirely relevant for me because I am such a homebody. I also know that I am prone to be reclusive. When I am nervous about a new environment, the best way to adjust to change is to make your home as clean, organized, and wonderful as it can be. This in itself is not a bad thing. It's important to set aside time in a new home to rest - to unpack and settle in. Don't move with ambitions that do not leave room for this down time and/or unpacking time. 

This mentality, however, can be an excuse to reject the changes around you. If you're anything like me, you'll hold on to what's familiar like a clenched fist, and sometimes the nesting mode can really be a rationalization to never leave your home. Yikes! Give yourself some settle-in time, but make sure to go out and explore those first few days. Walk around some shops, go to the park, shake your neighbor's hand. It's crucial to jump right into your new surroundings; it's just a fine line. 

Comparison is the thief of all joy.

Sometimes looking for a new church or ministry can be draining, especially when you come from a church community that you adore and cherish. A and I know all too well that comparison makes homesickness grow and take root. The best way to fight this temptation is to adopt a thankful spirit in all things. Whew.. I can't tell you how often I've failed at this. But, I can tell you that the times that I took my own advice resulted in days filled with joy and love. 

It's easy to focus on your frustrations. It may rain everyday where you are. You may come from a smaller place and move to a sprawling city where you have to drive on some serious highways for thirty minutes just to get to church. But you know what? There's more to it than that.

Pointing out how this new place is different and unattractive to you is unhelpful. God made the people in His own image and even this place is created for His Glory. I can point out the sin in this city, as all places and people (including me!) are covered in, but we cannot forget common grace. God is doing some incredible work here in Houston. I can either choose to let my frustrations of what I dislike to grow or I can focus on the good. I need to look for His grace and provision wherever I go, and you do too!

Also, it's important to note that we shouldn't idealize the place where we used to be. Remember that even in the place you are most familiar, you had struggles and difficulties there, too. No matter how wonderful that place was, it was not heaven. Don't make it your heaven!

Do not fall into self-pity.

One of the worst things we can do when we move to a new place is think about ourselves all the time. Being inwardly focused is important to some degree; we need to be in tune with the Spirit and what's going on in our hearts so that we are mindful of sin and proactive in repentance. But thinking about yourself too much -- whether you like it here or not, or whether people like you or whether you want to go home or not -- obsessing over these things will only increase homesickness. Not only does self-pity make room for loneliness and depression, it stunts new relationships.
                                          
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I could go on and on about how to spend your time and what to meditate on when you move to a new home. In fact, I hope to post more helpful tips to keep in mind as I continue on in this journey. The most important piece of truth I grasp onto during this transition time is this: God has given me a beautiful opportunity to taste the riches of His grace in a whole new way. If I can leverage my homesickness and transfer that longing to focus on our true longing for heaven, I am blessed beyond my wildest imaginations. It is true that wherever we live on this earth, this place is not our home. How much more should we long for our heavenly dwelling with our Creator? 

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Pre-Christmas Fun

I hope this Christmas season brings you joy and peace. I hope you are able to set aside quiet afternoons reflecting on the sweet coming of Jesus, lazy mornings watching timeless Christmas movies, beautifully decorated Christmas cookies (and if you can't decorate them, that your artist sister-in-law does), and I hope you are able to visit family and friends - far and wide. If you can, gather around some tasty crepes and drink mint hot chocolate while you laugh and laugh. If you're lucky, your in-laws will make you delicious Brunswick stew and Wassle, your sister's puppy will play with yours, and your mom will show you a trunk full of volumes and volumes of a lifetime of photos that you can successfully trap your husband into rummaging through with you. 

Also, listen to my friend Allison's amazing Christmas soundtrack. It will make you very happy :)











Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Portlandia


"And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon earth's shore. These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent so that man's weak praise should be given God's attention."
- Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts
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Sorry it's been a while, readers! It's been crazy around the Turbeville home... a lot of travel and fun with family. We are blessed. Enjoy some of these pictures from our Portland trip! We are enjoying our time in Charlotte and I am attempting to unplug somewhat. Have a wonderful Christmas, friends!

beautiful homes everywhere!



Lovely Libraries..



We got lost in this book store for hours..








even the brick buildings in Portland are sparkly :)

Voodoo doughnuts... so, so good...


















Seriously, Portland?


dogs everywhere :)



What a stud.. :)









So many food trucks!

















Please excuse the glass reflection.. the view from Portland City Grill.







Multnomah Falls.. an absolute dream.


Did I mention the food was amazing?

Hoping to see you again, Portland.