just us two in Mendicino

I love the Mendecino coast, north of San Francisco, a meandering drive from the Pacific to the Redwoods and back to the ocean. And the journey up the coast seemed especially sweet in July since John and were alone together, just the two of us. We stopped at a little grocery and picked up lunch fixings, had a picnic with the seagulls, just the two of us. We were looking forward to gatherings with lots of great folks in the Seattle area, but for now it was good to be just us two.

After a stop in a Redwood grove (my husband had to hug a very big tree!), we pushed north, hoping to pitch our little tent at Patricks Point State Park-for you see, we have a memory . . .

many, many years ago, our family camped one night at Patricks Point, a lovely wooded park-I remember there were four big children in one tent and four little children in the second tent with John and me; it stormed fiercely in the night, thunder, lightening, pouring rain (I hate tent camping in a lightening storm!), crashing tree limbs. . .and in the morning we unzipped the tent flap and discovered a sturdy tree limb-flush against the corner of our tent, inches from where sweet 5 year old Josiah had been snoozing.

Hmmm, such a memory causes a woman to reflect on God's eternal purposes, don't you think? Lord, Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them (Ps 139).

So, this weekend John and I will be with Josiah on his 25th birthday! we'll be rejoicing, for Josiah loves and serves the Lord who wrote his name and the days of his life in the eternal book.