I am sitting in the ATL airport waiting for my flight to Denver, then to San Fran. I am listening to a ‘lil mixed CD I made for the adventure, and here are some snippets from the songs I chose….

Get out the map…lay your finger anywhere down…

I want to reach out and touch the flame…

I’ve been hanging around this town for way too long…

….what do you say we just get lost?

let’s go where the road don’t reach, let’s go where the ocean meets the shore…

I’ve become a servant of the world somehow…

I want the joy of the Lord to lift me, I want the joy of the Lord to change me, I want the joy of the Lord in my life….

These past few weeks have left me a little war weary, I must admit, which has made me look foward to this little adventure even more. As one of the lyircs above said, I feel that without knowing it, I have made myself a servant to the world. Somehow, in the midst of work drama, transition stress, family relationships- it just happened. And while I don’t believe a road trip is the cure for all that ails me, I know that I just need some space-from my family, from how things were going back home. I need God to speak to me. I need to allow Him too. I feel like I have been trying–but that isn’t good enough. I know I need His presence. And as I embark with these three other amazing women of God, I pray that we can spur one another on-to let the joy and the freedom of the Lord to change each one of us in this new place.

It’s time for goofy pics, bare feet on the beach, fun times in the car, meeting new people, not having a set schedule, connecting to the body, fish tacos, dorky sight-seeing, praying (maybe even with Brittany Spears-who knows, Heather???:), reading, worshiping, laughing….

It’s time for JOY