A Walk Through Sandestin

As I've walked through the different neighborhoods and areas of Sandestin, I've snapped some photos, but not nearly enough to paint an accurate picture of the entire grounds.  Be that as it may, here is a "flavor" of the resort in November (click any photo to enlarge):

Starting off from my neighborhood

Unsung Heroes

Little notes written to encourage someone to keep their chin up, to remind them that God hasn't forgotten them.  And neither have you.

Long, boring hours beside a hospital bed, holding the hand and whispering into the ear of a dying grandmother who may not even know you're in the room.

An hour-long, nonsensical Barbie adventure with your four-year-old (complete with your own falsetto voices) even though you were just fifty pages away from tying up the loose ends of a good mystery novel.

Great people in God's eyes are the ones...who are willing to be faithful when it doesn't show, humble when it doesn't profit, and unafraid to say no to their own self-will...

They will know the joy of sharing a kind word, the pleasure of buying someone a cup of coffee.  They will come to know quicker than the rest of us what life is all about.  Life is in the little things.

(Reprinted from The One Minute Bible)

A Quiet Day

Whoa.  Under 50 degrees all day and this is Florida?  The locals tell me it happens, but isn't usual in winter.  I guess I'll find out.

It was mostly an inside day, with one trip out into the world, just to beat any case of the lonelies that could've arisen had I not ventured out amongst the peeps.

What an exciting afternoon.  Here's where I ended up:

Olive Garden.

For soup and salad.

(And a piece of Tuxedo pie to bring home....yum)

A Strange Combination....for me, anyway

(Click to enlarge and actually see)

After sunset, 49 degrees, no one at the pool's happy hour bar (duh), sound of waves on the beach, and

Christmas lights.

Just doesn't seem to add up, in my Midwest experience. 

Those features should be in distinctly separate scenarios.