{"id":997,"date":"2013-07-11T17:21:32","date_gmt":"2013-07-11T17:21:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.com\/?p=997"},"modified":"2013-07-11T17:21:32","modified_gmt":"2013-07-11T17:21:32","slug":"what-my-soul-needed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/?p=997","title":{"rendered":"What my soul needed"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya<\/p>\n<p>Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama<\/p>\n<p>Key Largo, Montego<\/p>\n<p>Baby why don\u2019t we go?<\/p>\n<p>Jamaica<\/p>\n<p>Up north to the town, Leeds<\/p>\n<p>Um? Kandy?<\/p>\n<p>That is not how the song lyrics go.<\/p>\n<p>Yes, I would agree with your assessment. And No! This isn\u2019t one of those times when I actually couldn\u2019t understand the words and used my imagination\u00a0to make up my own.\u00a0 I will assert that my own lyrics are sometimes much more entertaining than the originals.<\/p>\n<p>Actually, this time\u00a0 I made\u00a0this version\u00a0as I was walking down a partially gravel road (3<sup>rd<\/sup> St S to be exact) in Leeds, ND last night.\u00a0 I was walking from Great Aunt Mary\u2019s house to Lorraine\u2019s (Daniel\u2019s mom) house following an amazing supper on the front lawn &#8211;\u00a0labor of love of three generations of Nowatzki\u2019s.<\/p>\n<p>The meal was caught, cleaned, battered, fried, prepared, eaten, and washed up with \u201call hands on deck\u201d.\u00a0 While sitting on the lawn, I could feel deeply, an overwhelming sense of joy overcome my heart.<\/p>\n<p>I have to confess that I was incredibly excited for our family reunion and seeing all of our family, but I have been carrying around an aching sadness.\u00a0 I have been yearning for the vacation we had planned to take this year for Reed&#8217;s graduation\u00a0(much like the ones in the beginning of the song).\u00a0 Sadly, a myriad of reasons put the kibosh on that plan.<\/p>\n<p>So going to one of our \u201chomes\u201d (again I was excited to do) is the only vacation we are taking this year as a family.<\/p>\n<p>After that multi-generational dinner \u2013 which was less about filling my stomach and more about replenishing my soul \u2013 I took that short walk to have a\u00a0quiet conversation with God.<\/p>\n<p>Rested and relaxed, I realized this is truly what a vacation is meant to be.<\/p>\n<p>No stress. . . no worries. . . and filled with things loved.\u00a0 (Of course, I love the sea too, but this time God granted me insight into the vacation I needed and not the one I wanted.)<\/p>\n<p>As I walked, I thought back to the last couple of days and all the things I didn\u2019t see on travel sites and travel brochures.<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li>Little kids running between houses with imaginations longer than the hours of the day<\/li>\n<li>Sun-soaked hair that shows hours spent playing outside or at the city pool<\/li>\n<li>Cousins that have never met having sleepovers and making instant connections<\/li>\n<li>One sweetie catching her first fish (and it was a whopper) and teaching her the fine art of telling a fisherman\u2019s tale<\/li>\n<li>Taking a late night trip to the train station to pick up a cousin I had never met<\/li>\n<li>Hugging everyone many times a day<\/li>\n<li>Having a special \u201cgraduation\u201d moment for Reed wrapped in the loving arms of my cousin, Amy<\/li>\n<li>Walking everywhere, seldom with a destination in mind<\/li>\n<li>Quilting and sharing lots of love and memories<\/li>\n<li>Three o\u2019clock chocolate breaks<\/li>\n<li>The goofiness of teenagers<\/li>\n<li>Late night sessions of packed tables with stories being swapped in every direction<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<div id=\"attachment_998\" style=\"width: 507px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/07\/kayla.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-998\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-998\" alt=\"K's first fish - photo bomb courtesy of my girl, E. \" src=\"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.files.wordpress.com\/2013\/07\/kayla.jpg\" width=\"497\" height=\"881\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/kayla.jpg 541w, http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/kayla-169x300.jpg 169w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 497px) 100vw, 497px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-998\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">K&#8217;s first fish &#8211; photo bomb courtesy of my girl, E.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>No agendas . . . other than to love each and every moment.<\/p>\n<p>In the few block walk, I confessed to God that I needed an attitude of the heart adjustment. Instead of worrying about what I thought I wanted (dare I say I thought I \u201cdeserved\u201d), I\u00a0began to appreciate what I have (a message resonating with me in many aspects of my life). \u00a0I\u2019m glad that in just a few short days, He showed me that what I needed to have a revival of my spirit He had already provided.\u00a0Perhaps it would be best to get out of my own way.<\/p>\n<p>For the first time in a long time, I don\u2019t feel encumbered by all my worries.\u00a0 Today, I am thanking God for family reunions, soul refreshment (by letting go), and of course, dusty dirt roads.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama Key Largo, Montego Baby why don\u2019t we go? Jamaica Up north to the town, Leeds Um? Kandy? That is not how the song lyrics go. Yes, I would agree with your assessment. And No! 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