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There’s something about walking down Main Street U.S.A. with Cinderella Castle in the distance that makes you feel like a kid again, no matter how many times you’ve been. On our most recent visit to Magic Kingdom, the magic hit instantly. We made a beeline for one of my all-time favorites: The Haunted Mansion. There's just something deliciously spooky and delightfully detailed about that ride. I love the way it wraps you in eerie charm without being too scary. The ballroom scene still amazes me every time, those dancing ghosts really know how to throw a party. After that ghostly delight, we couldn’t resist the call of The Jungle Cruise. I don’t care how many times I’ve heard the corny jokes, they always make me laugh. Our skipper was top-notch this time, fully committed to the role, and I swear the backside of water never looked more glorious. Somewhere between dodging hippos and escaping grim grinning ghosts, we refueled with some truly great food. From churros and popcorn to a surprisingly tasty flatbread in Liberty Square, we grazed our way through the park and didn’t regret a single bite. And then, a moment of pure joy, we stumbled across Mary Poppins herself, umbrella in hand, looking practically perfect in every way. I don’t know what it is about seeing a character from childhood come to life, but it sparked that same sense of wonder I felt the first time I watched her float down from the sky. We wrapped up the day with sore feet, full bellies, and hearts completely refilled by the magic of the Kingdom. If you’ve ever wondered if it’s worth the trip, trust me. Whether you’re in it for the rides, the characters, the food, or just that feeling of being somewhere completely joyful, Magic Kingdom delivers. And yes, I’m already planning my return. Because when life feels heavy, there’s nothing like a Haunted Mansion and a Jungle Cruise to remind you that magic still exists.
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AuthorAbout Rev. Dr. Erin Marie Burns (But please, just call me Erin!) I’m a pastor, writer, and professional "showing-upper" when life gets messy. Around here, we talk about grief, faith, hope, and how to care for people when words just aren’t enough—because let’s face it, sometimes life hands us more questions than answers (and that's okay). I believe in the holy power of just being there, that coffee should basically count as a spiritual practice, and that God shows up in the small, quiet moments—like a kind text, a shared silence, or a garden full of stubbornly beautiful dahlias. When I’m not writing or walking alongside folks in hard seasons, you’ll probably find me: Attempting to tame my garden (the weeds usually win). Practicing archery like I’m training for a medieval adventure. Chasing family time, deep conversations, and maybe a slice of pie. If you’re looking for real talk, a little humor, and gentle reminders that you don’t have to fix everything—you’ve found your spot. Pull up a chair, grab a mug of something warm, and stick around. We’re in this together. P.S. Come back next week—grief, faith, and hope aren’t one-time conversations! Archives
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