I know it’s not just me- this love/hate relationship with facebook, blogs, the internet in general. It can be so phoney.
Take our recent trip to the Oregon coast.
I can put all the terrific photos onto facebook (which I did) and looking at them, even I would think it had been nothing but fun and sun. “Gosh, why can’t I have a terrific family like that- one that’s always looking good and having fun?
But life is not always as it seems on the www. Here’s an example-
We stop at Multnomah Falls (tradition) and eat on fine linen in a rustic looking but very fine lodge with the 600′ falls in the background. We gather round the table and order whatever our little hearts desire in our private room made ready by the staff when they saw that we were ten people.
Reality? We ate at Multnomah Falls on the way to the coast and we did eat what our hearts desired on fine linen in our privately appointed dining room but just beyond in the parking lot Matthias was safely locked in the car to sleep with a raging fever.
I’ve been told, and it’s true, “You can only be as happy as your unhappiest child.”
The amazing dining experience lost a bit of its amazement.
The time at the coast was a good one but there was this one rampant fever that was taking us down one by one. Illness and sorrow color things differently.
I loved flitting from cabin to cabin visiting. I loved sitting on the beach watching Jarrett and Matthias skimboard. I loved watching Eric, Andrew, Jarrett, Taite, Matthias and Matt go wave jumping. I loved catching up with Doris. I loved watching Fox in the sand. I loved watching Athan and Anwyn explore the ominous Pirate cave. I loved watching the clouds.
We had a wonderful memorable evening at a restaurant eating fish and chips. A toasty campfire with s’mores right outside the cabin with the ocean as a backdrop was breathtaking. Hikes along the beach were relaxing. A trip to the cheese factory… the air museum… some very wonderful times.
The weather was beyond what we might have hoped for. It was perfection.
But one by one people began falling. One by one this horrid fever took hold and those darling little cabins became hospital wards. Those that fell, felt so ill that they did not even care that they were missing out.
This was another opportunity to remember in the midst of all this beauty, all this glory right here right now on this earth; that this is not the end, the best. Be very, very thankful but always with remembrance that there is more to come. We shouldn’t get too comfortable with this life, this here and now.
The best is yet to come.
"When through deep waters I call thee to go, the rivers of woe shall not thee overflow; for I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, and sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. "When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie, my grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; the flame shall not hurt thee; I only design thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.