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I am happily married to an amazing military man who spent 9 years enlisted and is now an Officer in the US Army. We have two amazing boys who are not so little any more! They still infuse every moment of every day with creativity and energy, and make my life an adventure.  I was educated at home, and am now teaching our children - second generation homeschoolers! I try every day to become more like Jesus Christ, and to love like HE does. If you want you can try and catch me at bethylovesandy@yahoo.com

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"For the Lord gives wisdom. From His mouth come knowledge and understanding." Proverbs 2:6 NKJV 
The Message translation puts it this way "God gives out Wisdom free, is plainspoken in Knowledge and Understanding."

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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Bridges and barbershop quartets

This weekend we drove south just a little bit and met up with a friend who was visiting FL for her birthday. Lara and I have been friends since Kindergarten - even though I have moved 15 times since then, she has kept up with me and loved on me always. So far she and her husband Daniel have made it to every single base that Andy and I have been stationed at (except of course Korea). So, when she called and said she was going to be near by, I jumped at the chance to see her.
Unfortunately half way between where she was vacationing and where we live was precisely the middle of nowhere. So we picked a spot on the map that looked like it had something on it. Unfairly for them, our leg of the trip was shorter. But, since we got their earlier, and we had two young boys who had already been in the car and were next going to be expected to behave nicely while the adults "caught up"...We decided to put "state park" in Andy's new toy, the GPS, and see what was close by.

At first we just let them use some energy on the play area provided at the campground. We were serenaded by a barbershop quartet practicing just a short walk away under a picnic shelter. We checked out a statue, and a memorial garden.

Then, the boys spotted "the bridge". It was just crying out to be crossed. A lovely wooden suspension bridge, over a flooded Fl river, with signs warning of alligators.
Just what I wanted to do.

I can honestly say that I have very few fears. Heights - no problem. Enclosed spaces - Not my favorite, but I can handle them. I even went spelunking, just to prove to myself that I could do it. Snakes - no biggie. Roller coasters - Adore them! Even spiders, which I use to abhor are now just a pesky annoyance, instead of a scream inducing terror.

But bridges, well, bridges still get me.
Especially suspension bridges.
Wooden suspension bridges.
That my husband stands on and deliberately makes sway back and forth and up and down while I am trying to cross.

Yeah, NOT good.

The problem is, once you are across you have some time to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and the enthusiasm of your children exploring wildlife all around, but always in the back of your mind is the thought - "Eventually I have to cross that bridge again. If I want to return to the car, and arrive at the prearranged meeting place to see my friend, I am going to have to cross that bridge."
Definitely one way to spoil your fun.
However, I think I got some great pictures of the boys.

My big men, exploring the "wilds" of Florida.

Watching the water go by.

Tying his shoes - isn't that lighting beautiful?

My boys love every minute they can catch with their Daddy.

If you look up you can see the edge of the bridge - ominously hanging over our heads - literally!

I think it shows on my face that I can't quite let go and enjoy myself....
(sidenote: didn't Canaan do a good job taking this picture?)

Obviously, I survived the bridge. Andy was torturous on the way back across, but I made sure I was in front of him that time, so I could run, and be done with it!

Then, we made it to the meeting place and I had a blast spending a few hours with Lara - but of course I forget to get pictures with her. Oh well! At least I got to see her, and for her birthday too. Happy Birthday forever friend!

As for my fear of bridges, that is something I will work on. I say I wouldn't mind jumping out of an Airplane, and I mean it. Why then are bridges so scary? Perhaps because I would be in control of a parachute, and not the swaying of a bridge?
That's some psychology to explore, and some questions to ask my Savior. What am I holding on to, and how can I let it go? What bridges am I refusing to cross, and what kind of kick start will I need to take the steps I am suppose to?
One bridge at a time I guess is the best I can do. Both the physical ones and the spiritual.


autumnesf said...

I really love the pictures!

Although I do not have a fear of bridges, I do not like heights. Once in Iceland we had to cross a "bridge" while hiking. It was a wooden telephone poll high above a creek/stream...with a cable strung across for a hand-hold. I have no idea how I managed to cross it. And Hubs had 2 year old Songbird in a pack on his back...and almost went over backwards when the wind kicked up. Oy. The things we women do for our men!

Tricia said...

Canaan took a really good picture of you all. Looks like it was a beautiful day. I am jealous. We are freezing here. Hugs.

Carrie said...

You did way better than me. I'm afraid I would have just missed out on that entire adventure and just been the photographer from the "other side." No way I would have done it! (if it was over something high at all).
Corey and I discovered that we had a combined fear or bridges-him and tunnels-me which did not go together well in Pittsburgh. In case you ever want to go there you are pretty much in a tunnel or crossing a bridge at all times to get anywhere in that city!

Anonymous said...

bridge fear is genetic... I have it too...mom

Anonymous said...

btw... you didn't tell me about any of this... good thing I read your blog. mom again

EmileeHope said...

Looks like a fun day!! (And yes, Canaan did a great job with the picture. He has had an interest in that since he was young, maybe Uncle Kevin has a camera we can give him so he can feel like a real photographer...I will have to ask him about that. I believe a birthday is coming up in a few short months for our little photographer and a 7 year old deserves a big bulky real photographer's camera for sure!!)