Don’t Miss the Boat – Travelogue

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Don’t miss THIS boat!

We were on time for the Prague cruise boat, and even got there early to have a seat at the cafe, but when Grandma gave the signal, we skedaddled to catch our ride! We didn’t speak her language but knew exactly what she meant! Time to go!

Don’t miss the boat! Or the bus! Or anything!

Saturday found us with the second half of a branch of our loved family that I stayed with in my previous trip – but now with many grandkids running around, we just visited for the afternoon and lunch the next day – And took the Saturday sight-seeing boat ride! A town organized tour by the retired “pensioners” as my cousin translated on her phone… That’s how we communicated all morning, my cousin translated using the Google app – the bus to the boat and as needed on the cruise, 2 hours down the river, UNDER the famous bridges, and with unique views of the scenery – old and new. We were even channeled thru a lock to move up then back, it was perfect weather. The heat broken by needed rainfall. 

Back on the bus, and we walked up the hill to the house with cousins to a barbecue party- wow it was a festival of enjoyment. Family is family. 

My great-grandparents came on boat to America, never to see their family again – a few photos came in the mail – but no hugs – never to feel hugs from their family again. One great grandfather was escaping being forced into an army in the turn of the century. They felt the need to leave. Little money was something preventing their travel back home later – but more of an issue were the huge world wars. They couldn’t travel. They wrote letters. They hoped. They accepted the separation. They put their energy into the next generations.

I feel this connection to family on both my mother and father’s sides, yet these hugs after the big party are hugs not knowing when or IF we will see each other again. I pray we do. I hope to travel frequently (money well spent in my opinion)! It’s more than quite the blessing, it’s the full circle of the boat to the plane to the boatload of family. It’s putting your energy into the next generations, just like this trip, just like raising or lowering a ship in a lock, just like anything – pay it forward.. 

I’m so much enjoying this boatload of family love !!! Never want to miss THAT boat!

Amen 

PS my scripture match with this is the bad rulers over Judah Israel and Jerusalem, 2nd Kings 21, etc… divided kingdoms and wayward kings…  my grandparents were escaping the bad ruler too… they hopped on the boat. Imagine my life would not exist if they didn’t. I am glad they didn’t miss the boat. God can use even the evil days for good.

Manasseh King of Judah, 2nd Kings 21:1-6
Manasseh was twelve years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem fifty-five years. His mother’s name was Hephzibah. He did evil in the eyes of the Lord, following the detestable practices of the nations the Lord had driven out before the Israelites. He rebuilt the high places his father Hezekiah had destroyed; he also erected altars to Baal and made an Asherah pole, as Ahab king of Israel had done. He bowed down to all the starry hosts and worshiped them. He built altars in the temple of the Lord, of which the Lord had said, “In Jerusalem I will put my Name.” In the two courts of the temple of the Lord, he built altars to all the starry hosts. He sacrificed his own son in the fire, practiced divination, sought omens, and consulted mediums and spiritists. He did much evil in the eyes of the Lord, arousing his anger.

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