Texas "T"

"Oil is expected on the beaches of Destin within the next 72 hours" -City of Destin

This is the email alert we received while playing on the beach with our kids today. My heart sank in my chest.

I began to pray for a miracle. "Lord please protect these beautiful beaches. You are sovereign and mighty to turn all of this around if it is your will. Show us your Glory."

My husband and I both became solemn. Neither of us could find the words really. We didn't have to. I knew he was thinking the same thing that I was.

All these years. Six to be exact. All the memories. From sand covered pacifiers and pack -n- plays to boogie boards and temporary tattoos. From diapers to texting.

Year after year our kids have grown up here and we have made some of the most wonderful memories as a family on these sugary white beaches.

Now they face such uncertainty.

Such devastation.

I won't even burden you with my thoughts on this disaster. It all just seems like a lot of pointing of fingers and no solutions to me at this point anyway. I'm sure we all feel the same helpless/frustrated/ticked off feelings. Ranting on here won't change anything. There will still be gallons upon gallons of oil being pumped into the ocean every day with no end in sight. That's the reality. That's the reality of the marine life and human life along the shores of the Gulf. I will leave here this weekend and go back to life as usual. They will not be as fortunate. And my heart is genuinely broken for them tonight. I pray that somehow they will know that God is still in control and take refuge in that truth.

Tomorrow is our last full day here.

And we will treat it as though it may be our last.

For a while at least.

We plan to soak up the sun.

The laughter.

The memories.

The coconut cream pie.

And continue pray.

"My every mortal breath, is Grace and nothing less"