It’s summertime folks. I remember as a kid my official
summer vacation always started with our Broome family beach trip. I would
finish up my last day of school on Friday and then Saturday we would be on our
way. I would get so excited that I wouldn’t sleep well the night before and
would be wide awake at the rise of the sun.
The Broome beach trip is such a special time for me to
connect with my whole family not just my siblings and parents. It’s crazy that
we have been taking yearly beach trips together since I was born. Hilton Head Island is the stomping grounds
for all 19 of us Broome’s. I have many irreplaceable memories from over the
years; I’m reminded of my 3 allotted cream sodas that tasted like liquid gold,
bike rides on the golf course where Tucker was chased by an Alligator,
breakfast with the girl cousins and my grandparents, and countless laughs.
This about sums it up |
After my six-hour trek to the familiar island, I was greeted
by the notorious gourmet meal that my grandparents make every year. I want to
kick myself for not photographing it because it was literally phenom (short for
phenomenal for those of you non abbrev peeps). My pops is virtually the grill
master. He invented the Weber grill….ok maybe that isn’t true. Lets just say
the man can twerk a grill, ya dig? My plate was filled with Filet Minion,
Shrimp, sweet potato fries, and salad. It was a special night that ended with a
beach walk.
In honor of the delicious meal they prepared |
I’m so thankful we got the breakfast in Thursday before the
rain came. I mean seriously it’s a good thing I was more excited about
spending time with the fam than the beach because the weather was not my friend.
Friday was sunny though! We spent a special day out on the beach…soaking up the
sun and serenity of the waves. We ended
the trip Friday night with pizza by the pool and a good ‘ole bike ride. It was a much needed break. I know how blessed I am to have such a Jesus loving, people loving
family, but this past week served as reminder of God’s goodness to me specifically in this area. My heart is
full, and I am beyond blessed by the people I get to call family.
It’s the coolest feeling when you just fit, belong, know
your place. From the time I arrived until the end of the trip came, I could
just feel how I fit so perfectly. This feeling rarely shows its face and stays
in my life. There is always an ounce of discomfort, a wondering: “What is she
thinking about me?” “Why is he giving me the stank eye?” Then it hit me, Christ
desires me to feel this way in the skin He chose for me every single day. He wants me to love people
the way that my family loves me and more importantly- the way he loves me. In the end, we are all family right? Don’t
hear me wrong, I’m not going hippy every body love everybody on you. On second thought, I take that back I am. I just believe that
everyone needs to feel what I felt at the beach with my family. Loved. Accepted. Cherished. Join me in asking
Jesus for help loving the family, Jesus way.
P.S. I came back to hickory with fresh blueberries on da vine and lulu being cray in the trees...holla back