It’s been a week back in my cozy haven of Jersey! Thought I’d share a little recap of our trip! What a delight it was!
5 things I brought back with me/ was grateful for:
1. Realizing that there is a lot of good people in this world. The airport lady that gave me a whole row to myself. The man with twins at home that helped me with my luggage. The old lady that sat next to me on the plane that asked me if I needed help putting my socks on. The sister that said her closet is my closet. The friend that took me for a walk to unwind right when I really needed it. And the countless others that always lend a hand or an encouraging word. Reconnecting with friends and just sharing God’s faithfulness in our lives over brunches & tea times! Yes time has changed a few things but friendships still remain and I am grateful for thatThank you! You are the
sprinkles on my cupcake! sea salt on my chips!
2. Spending an uplifting lunch time with my grandparents. It was incredible listening to my grandfather open up about their early times of marriage life in Ukraine and the struggles and hardships they overcame. My grandmother would cook every sunday even with a scarce supply of food and the city people would come and visit their home. The people come week after week because they felt God’s presence there. My grandfather shared a powerful testimony of praying for a women and the healing power in the name of Jesus! And now their lives bare the fruit of so much blessing!! The testimony greatly encouraged us both to continue to focus on Jesus and the path that he has placed us on here in Jersey. They prayed over us and our ministry. There is so much wisdom to be heard from them. I love my grandparents!!
3. Realizing that I’m not super mom! Haha Fionka was a bit fussy the first couple of days back probably from multiple factors and I felt overwhelmed by it all. She doesn’t take a pacifier or bottle so managing that while traveling took an effort. I’m not the most experienced, educated mother. I know, and traveling with an infant was a bit harder than I thought. She had a couple of poopsie moments, and then there was the moment were I ran out of diapers, then there was the moment were her bottle spilled all over my purse and my iphone and the phone wouldn’t work, the moment that she wouldn’t fall asleep in anybody’s arms, and then there was the feeling that my baby was crying whenever I left her.(in reality she was just sleeping) Call me crazy! Lessons learned: #1 Always make extra time #2. Pack lighter #3. Don’t worry
4. Morning devo time with the family. The kids gathered together for some worship led by my brother William. Then my dad would ask us our favorite bible verse and we would go around in a circle listening to everyone share there verses for the season. IT was beautifull. A family praise report was I got to see my little brother Alex! Also another one was when my brother David got really sick on our last day in LA. My dad asks him on the scale of 1-10 how much pain did he feel. He said 10. So my mom was almost about to take him to the emergency thinking it was his appendix. Then my dad bows his head and prays over him. “God be glorified” he ends. An hour later no pain and David is eating cheetoh puffs and playing in the pool. Those faith filled moments really are what it’s about.
5. The food. haha nothing beats fresh King Salmon, mama’s cooking. Bloom. Inn n Out. Rubios. a Trader Joes like 4 minutes away from the hotel. Sweet & Saucy cupcake. etc. My mom went above and beyond making sure I was well fed. I love you MOM! I can go on. I’m getting hungry just reminiscing and all.
So the trip really left us rejuvinated, refueled, and filled with some last moments of the summer to remember for a lifetime!