A Change of Plans, A Gift of Rest

Sometimes, in the depths of difficulty, the Lord surprises us with His greatest mercies.

This year was supposed to look different. We had planned to be elsewhere, in a familiar place, with a familiar rhythm. But life threw us a curveball, and suddenly we found ourselves searching for something new—something that would still allow us to rest, reconnect, and breathe deeply.

I wasn’t sure we’d find anything that would suit us, especially with two dogs in tow. But then, almost unexpectedly, I came across a small family-run campground just three hours from home—Broad River Campground—and saw they had pet-friendly cabins available. It felt like a quiet nudge, a little open door we hadn’t seen before.

We said yes, packed up, and drove out.

And the moment we arrived, we knew.

This is our place.

There was an immediate exhale from somewhere deep inside. The kind of soul-sigh that comes not from weariness, but from finding what you didn’t know you were looking for. The cabin was warm and welcoming, thoughtfully furnished with everything we needed—but more than that, it had peace. The campground itself was smaller than the one we were used to, but it was full of character, clearly tended with love and care. The staff were kind and attentive, and everything felt… grounded.

We quickly fell into a gentle rhythm—morning walks with the dogs, coffee outside, reading on the porch, little trips into town. The days weren’t packed with plans, but with moments. And those moments were full.

We needed rest. And there, we found it.

We needed grace. And there, it met us.

So often, we resist change. We grieve what didn’t go according to plan. But this time reminded me: sometimes the most unexpected turns lead us exactly where we need to be.

God’s mercy is not always loud. Sometimes it’s quiet. Sometimes it looks like a little cabin by the river, a few faithful dogs, and the chance to just be.

Post-Vacation Reflection:

Now that we’re back home, surrounded by the familiar comforts of daily life, I find myself unpacking more than just our suitcases. I’m unpacking the memories of our time at Broad River Campground—reflecting on the unexpected peace we found there and the gentle reminder that sometimes the best moments come when you step off the beaten path.

The simple routines we established—those peaceful walks, porch conversations, and moments of stillness—left a lasting imprint. Being back, I realize just how much we needed that kind of rest.

And now, I carry it with me.

The peace. The rhythm. The quiet grace of it all.