I love to travel.
I come by it naturally, my parents passed along a serious case of wanderlust to me and my sister.
I love adventure. I love meeting people. I love seeing the world. I love experiencing different places and cultures. And I love trying exotic cuisines, unfamiliar restaurants.
I love the fresh perspective a trip brings. I love that when my travels are over I get to return to the best place of all, home. And I love that traveling is about soaking up life instead of simply getting it done.
Traveling brings out the best in me.
If only I LIVED more like I TRAVELED.
If only I put careful consideration into each of my companions.
If only I invested my time and my resources more selectively.
If only I relaxed, took deep breaths, savored each bite.
If only I concentrated on taking care of myself, getting adequate rest and exercise.
If only I focused on being present in the present, instead of worrying about the past and the future.
If only I sought out beauty, if I paused to smell the roses and watch the sun set.
If only I stepped out of my comfort zone and conquered my fears.
If only I ceased every opportunity to make a memory.
If only I spent less time making plans and more time trusting in the Lord to direct my path.
If only I remembered that this is not my home, that a beautiful Heaven beckons.
If only I realized that this life is not about the destination, but about the journey.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.” (Proverbs 3:5)