Gee, I hope nobody thought my last post was really saying vacations are bad. Oh my, no! To further explain what I meant, please check out my paraphrase of Ecclesiastes 3:
1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
2 a time to go on vacation and a time to come home and go back to work,
a time to travel and a time to sit on your own porch swing,
3 a time to swim and a time to pay your bills,
a time to frolic and a time to mend your socks,
4 a time to watch movies and a time to look into your spouse's eyes,
a time to visit a museum and a time to visit the sick,
5 a time to eat in restaurants and a time to weed your garden,
a time to buy cool stuff and a time to give away cool stuff,
6 a time to go sightseeing and a time to see what needs to be done around your house.
Well, you get the idea.
Basically, I was on vacation for 27 days--nearly one whole month.
Somewhere I crossed a border-- a God-designed border--and that always means trouble.
There is God's Way. His way leads to peace.
Then there is Debra's Way. Her way leads to one steep, winding rocky road. Debra's way leads to an annoying, nagging feeling that something just ain't right.
There truly is a time for vacation--hooray!
And there truly is a time to come back home.
And done in their correct time, both are wonderful.
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