What my soul needed
Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego
Baby why don’t we go?
Up north to the town, Leeds
That is not how the song lyrics go.
Yes, I would agree with your assessment. And No! This isn’t one of those times when I actually couldn’t understand the words and used my imagination to make up my own. I will assert that my own lyrics are sometimes much more entertaining than the originals.
Actually, this time I made this version as I was walking down a partially gravel road (3rd St S to be exact) in Leeds, ND last night. I was walking from Great Aunt Mary’s house to Lorraine’s (Daniel’s mom) house following an amazing supper on the front lawn – labor of love of three generations of Nowatzki’s.
The meal was caught, cleaned, battered, fried, prepared, eaten, and washed up with “all hands on deck”. While sitting on the lawn, I could feel deeply, an overwhelming sense of joy overcome my heart.
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. I have been yearning for the vacation we had planned to take this year for Reed’s graduation (much like the ones in the beginning of the song). Sadly, a myriad of reasons put the kibosh on that plan.
So going to one of our “homes” (again I was excited to do) is the only vacation we are taking this year as a family.
After that multi-generational dinner – which was less about filling my stomach and more about replenishing my soul – I took that short walk to have a quiet conversation with God.
Rested and relaxed, I realized this is truly what a vacation is meant to be.
No stress. . . no worries. . . and filled with things loved. (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.)
As I walked, I thought back to the last couple of days and all the things I didn’t see on travel sites and travel brochures.
- Little kids running between houses with imaginations longer than the hours of the day
- Sun-soaked hair that shows hours spent playing outside or at the city pool
- Cousins that have never met having sleepovers and making instant connections
- One sweetie catching her first fish (and it was a whopper) and teaching her the fine art of telling a fisherman’s tale
- Taking a late night trip to the train station to pick up a cousin I had never met
- Hugging everyone many times a day
- Having a special “graduation” moment for Reed wrapped in the loving arms of my cousin, Amy
- Walking everywhere, seldom with a destination in mind
- Quilting and sharing lots of love and memories
- Three o’clock chocolate breaks
- The goofiness of teenagers
- Late night sessions of packed tables with stories being swapped in every direction
No agendas . . . other than to love each and every moment.
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 “deserved”), I began to appreciate what I have (a message resonating with me in many aspects of my life). I’m 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. Perhaps it would be best to get out of my own way.
For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel encumbered by all my worries. Today, I am thanking God for family reunions, soul refreshment (by letting go), and of course, dusty dirt roads.