My Vacation Showed Me My Heart’s Need For Truth
By Grace K. Bianco
Sorry for the super long post. The more I edited out… The more I would add in. 🤷♀️😂
Over the weekend, I went to the beach with a bunch of girls from TN. Out of eleven other girls, I only really knew one.
I had to drive down to Florida with two girls I didn’t know, and they would be my roommates a long with my one friend for three nights.
Leading up to the vacation, I was incredibly nervous. I had a weeklong headache, and I always felt uneasy and tense. I don’t do well anticipating things. Plus, going on a vacation like this was WAY out of my comfort zone.
Leading up the trip, I discovered that there would be things I don’t particularly partake in. This made me even more nervous.
(**A lot of details will be cut out from this story just because it involves a bunch of other people.** )
I have never been a partier or drinker. I have always had strong beliefs on that way of life in regards to myself.
There are many Bible verses that talk about getting drunk. So, I personally chose a long time ago that I never wanted to get myself close to that point.
However, I do drink in moderation. I will get a drink when I go out to dinner sometimes. If I am at a get-together, I may drink a seltzer. The thing is, I don’t really like the taste of alcohol to begin with. So, I usually don’t even want anything.
Anyway, I was told there would be a lot of drinking on this trip after agreeing to go. I couldn’t help but start to get nervous. I knew I wouldn’t be able to join in. I didn’t want others to feel like I was judging them. I also didn’t want others to take it as me being a party pooper. (*wink* *wink* link to my book, “Party Pooper: Growing up with Anxiety,” down below)
Lastly, I never want to put myself in a position that would make my husband feel any kind…