Playing Tourist

Nothin’ beats playing tourist.

You know, getting in the car and exploring a part of your town or state you’ve not seen.

On Saturday, my favorite four and I hit the open road together. We did have an end destination in mind: Estes Park, Colorado. Here, a swanky model train show was the happening thing.

My man and kiddos love model trains, and since I love the four of them I went along for the fun. Actually, I like seeing how creative people are with them. And the fellas that build these elaborate sets? They are often sweet Grandpas who love chatting with “youngsters.”

After dining at a local brewery (my man’s favorite kind of restaurant) we found the train show. It had all sorts of cool little train towns set up. Our favorite? An exhibit made entirely of legos.

Oh, the lego heaven!

And with the exception of my daughter almost knocking a train off its track and giving 3 heart attacks to the Lego rep, a good time was had by all.

My favorite part of the trip? Slowly moseying our way home. As we wound down the magnificent mountain road, we stopped at a couple “mom and pop” stores. One of them offered us this perfect cherry creation.

Yummy oh-so!

We took our time, getting out of the car here and there to look around, take pictures, and enjoy no responsibilities. It was all about soaking up each other and this unexplored environment.

Sometimes I am no good at letting go of distractions ’til I am removed from all the distractions. Playing tourist is a mighty fine way to do this.

Have you played tourist in your neck of the woods? What’s your favorite thing to do out and about?

His work-in-progress,

Kristen

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A little side note…we have a few changes coming to our neck of the woods here. Stay tuned for more details!

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On Love and Marriage and Getting a Clue

He first noticed the way I walked across campus and he stopped to watch. I was 18 and had the figure of a 12 year old boy. No sexy curves, no sexy anything. What I did have insecurity wrapped around me like my sweatshirt and sneakers with an always-late-gotta-hurry stride.

Still, he looked anyway and saw beauty where I just saw ugly.

After 15 years of marriage, I am learning to follow his lead of minimizing the ugly while highlighting the good.

That’s hard sometimes.

Real love is hard. Glorious but hard. I stumbled through so much as a new bride and didn’t have a clue about what love is and how marriage works. God and His oceans of grace intervened and glued us together when destructive habits could have torn us apart.

When I was a newlywed, I wish I had known that relationship is more important than being right.

I wish I had known that an actions-speaks-louder-than-words kind of living is the best way to show love.

I wish I had known that no one on God’s green earth “completes me.”

I wish I had known that love is a choice and not a feeling.

I wish I had known that building his spirit is more important than building my ego.

I wish I had known that criticism is the anti-viagra (thank you Elisabeth for this gem).

I wish I had known that grace given to him means grace given to me.

I wish I had known that picking up “I’m sorry” and laying down my pride is a good way to live grace.

I wish I had known to show respect even when I didn’t think it was deserved.

I wish I had known the only way to love is to lay down.

I wish I had known to minimize the bad and highlight the good.

Lord have mercy, I still have mountains to learn about marriage. While I may not be where I want to be, I thank Him I’m not where I was.

I pray I keep my eyes wide open to the beauty and blind to the ugly as I discover how God is using my husband to change me instead of the other way around.

He patiently waits while God patiently teaches me to love better.

And this makes my marriage stronger.

His work-in-progress,

Kristen

This post has been happily linked to the (In)Courage Love Carnival and the Faith Barista’s Marriage Jam.

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