I brought several books to read while I was in Sanibel. I cracked the first on the plane headed there. It’s the latest by Wm. Paul Young, the author of “The Shack,” which has become one of my favorite books. This one is entitled “Lies We Believe About God.”
This is the post I was going to share, written at midday Monday, after 8 days in Sanibel, with 3 more to go:
This is going to surprise you (it surprises me; I am actually pretty embarrassed to admit it, but I promised honesty): this trip – this time, this year – was not the right choice.
It’s just as lovely here. The arc of the blue sky just as beautiful. There are countless varieties of birds; lizards, turtles, bunnies – even a 5′ long snake that glided soundlessly across my path as I walked onto the beach last evening. And the shells! Such an amazing constellation! This vacation, in fact, has all the hallmarks of “success:” for a pasty white girl, I’ve got a decent, careful tan. I’m reading 2 books at the same time, and finished 2 others. I’ve taken long walks and bike rides. I am not insensitive to this privilege, to where I am.