As the grandkids dozed soundly in the cabin, I began working on unearthing the quickest breakfast possible. The plan had been to scramble up some eggs, but the night before as we boiled the corn on the galley stove, the “odorless” mineral spirits we’d purchased at Walmart produced huge amounts of black soot off the flame. I was ready to do anything to make breakfast but use that cook stove.

Thank the Lord we’d replaced the microwave with one that actually worked right before the trip! Maple & Brown Sugar instant oatmeal and bacon cooked up in the microwave was the order of the day. It was fast, easy, and didn’t add more black gunk onto all the pots and pans.

Galley clean, sleeping bags put away, ready to roll.



We’d just replaced the starter, and the batteries, and a gazillion other things … what could possibly be wrong?



Sparks fly around the starter.

This does not look good.

Ross presses the starter switch again.


My heart sunk.

“Well, how about we take a ride in the dingy?”

Ross wasn’t going to let this go south.

Praise God some of the brothers from the men’s ministries at The Summit worked on the small outboard motor on the dingy and got it into tip top shape… it wasn’t starting well before and, well, the way things seemed to go with us and boats, we didn’t want to take a chance that the dingy wasn’t functional. Rowing would get old fast.

So everyone took turns learning how to captain the dingy… a rousing game of Farkle ensued as different variations of kids and adults took the dingy out to visit the sea lions and ride the waves.

We hadn’t planned on staying in the marina for our time together, but this was fun. Turned out there was a beautiful rock beach on the far end of the marina, so we took a hike down and the kids discovered all sorts of sea creatures… baby crabs, jelly fish, clams, and more. We were on an adventure and having a ball.

Next we helped Judah and Gabe perfect their motoring skills in the dingy. This would prove to be important as they took their maiden voyage on their own with no adult the next morning. All the while, there was always great conversation, lots of sunshine and a wonderfully refreshing breeze. Something about being on a boat and on the water is a little slice of heaven on earth, even when things didn’t go as planned.

Going with the flow, rolling with the punches, making lemonade out of lemons… all those sayings applied. All our grand plans to dock at Arabella’s Marina in Gig Harbor, spend the day on Blake Island hanging out with deer and taking discovery hikes, going fishing… well, none of it happened. But you know what?  We could not have had a better time. Not to mention, business issues came up for Garrett more than once during the trip and he really needed to be close to a solid internet connection.

This was my son’s family’s first boating experience and they were hooked! The whole family enjoyed the marine encounter and each other. It was downright enchanting, and God was, in fact, interested in every little detail. Business pressures called Garrett back to California a day earlier than planned, so Tuesday morning held tasty Belgium waffles and Judah and Gabe’s fun on the water… just the two of them. With such lightweights in the dingy, it flew across the water! It made my heart happy just watching them experience the thrill of commanding a boat over the water.

What I didn’t realize until after we said our goodbyes was how much more the Lord cared about the “rest” of the details.

The way the trip was planned, we would have been busy with the grandkids up until late Wednesday, and then have to unload the boat, pack everything into the motorhome, and make an attempt to go to bed extra early. After all, we had to get up at 3AM so I could make my 5:30AM flight to Orlando for the AWSA (Advanced Writers and Speakers Association) Conference. There just was no down time built into the schedule as we were committed to spending every moment we could on that very special boat trip.

But God knew. He cared about us spending some time together, just the two of us. He cared about us getting some rest before a busy conference for me, and a busy weekend at church for Ross. He really did care about the REST of the details. In fact, the entire time with the family was restful, it was charming, it was refreshing, it was good.

He knew what was best.

All my plans to do elaborate activities were replaced with restful simplicity. Finding joy in the little things, delighting in the Lord’s provision.

WOW. Once again He proves His faithfulness.

My heart is confident in you, O God; my heart is confident.

No wonder I can sing your praises!

Wake up, my heart! Wake up, O lyre and harp!

I will wake the dawn with my song.

I will thank you, Lord, among all the people.

I will sing your praises among the nations.

For your unfailing love is as high as the heavens.

Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.

Be exalted, O God, above the highest heavens.

May your glory shine over all the earth.

Psalms 57: 7-11

This blog was recently moved over from a different platform and all the comments were lost in the transition. Please feel free to comment or start up a new conversation as the Lord leads. I’d love to continue the conversation!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *