Tod. Sidney. Montague. Glen. These are a few of my true
loves, complete with my husband’s blessing. In fact, he is in love with them as
well. Their full names are Tod Inlet, Sidney Spit, Montague Harbour and
Glenthorne Passage. They are among our favorite stopping points when we boat
around the Canadian Gulf Islands.
Without wanting to sound heretical, it has crossed my mind
that I would appreciate finding a missing part of the Bible listing British
Columbia as God’s suggested vacationland. Jerusalem’s spiritual air is
undeniable and the land of Israel clearly has a Godly connection that exists
nowhere else. Without negating that in the slightest, my husband and I find
that the waters of British Columbia sing to our souls.
For our first date, my husband took me aboard his sailboat
and we motored around a California marina under a drizzly, grey and windless
sky. The message was clear; boating was
part of the deal. For years, we sailed from Los Angeles to Catalina Island, to San
Diego, and even to San Francisco. The apex came with a trans-Pacific crossing
to Honolulu, three daughters under the age of four as part of the crew.
Unbeknownst to us as we set out, a stowaway was present who would only make an
appearance nine months later in the form of our son. While I could handle
pregnancy and I could handle boating, the combination had me spending most of
the voyage hanging over the side of the boat. A year later, I still got queasy
if we drove too near the marina. Our sailing days were over.
To our delight, we discovered power boating in the Pacific
Northwest. For years, every summer found us packing up and heading out. Each time we visited favorite locations and discovered new ones. Our children made
friends in anchorages and on the docks, learned to handle lines and navigate,
and loved the experience as much as we did.
A number of circumstances led to a hiatus and our last trip,
with four of our children, one nephew, one niece and two children’s friends,
took place eight years ago. We have been living on the diesel fumes of that voyage
each summer since. This year, my husband and I headed back to the water. It was
meant to be a trip for two, though one of our daughters earned the “most hated
sibling” award by quickly booking flights so that she and her husband could
join us for a few days. (As my husband said, usually one waits to be invited,
but truthfully we were tickled that she was so eager to come.)
We had ten magnificent days and we feel truly blessed to
have had the gift of a boating holiday.
We head into the new year of 5774 that starts in less than two weeks
with renewed spirits, a refreshed appreciation for each other and a rejuvenated
appreciation for the wonders of God’s creation.
P.S. I’m going to be co-hosting a webcast with my husband this Friday. Sign up and call in! We will be discussing our Ten Commandments to Achieve Financial Prosperity program and the marriage program (that is part of the package) that we will be leading in Dallas in October.