I was recently privileged to visit some friends in New Hampshire. I arrived to a gorgeous sky and a peek at the lake through the trees. A short descent to the water’s edge revealed a pristine wooded, seemingly uninhabited, paradise. Aside from a small beach on the far side, the lake belonged to us and loons. My whole body sighed. Peace flowed. The cooling breeze caused gentle rolls on the water’s surface as my breathing slowed and stress evaporated.
Later, the clouds darkened, wind bent the trees and lightening split the sky. While I enjoy playing in the rain, we watched from the safety of the enclosed porch. The rustling leaves and pounding rain, the strong gusts and churning waves – for some reason I love storms.
The next morning revealed another glorious day. The lake was like glass as we paddled and glided among sunbathing turtles, a pair of loons and a loner (a quick battle ensued) and several other kayakers. Calm. Beautiful. Welcoming. A fully clothed swim revealed a top layer of warm water and refreshingly chilly temps down around our toes. Just perfect!
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As we floated in the water, I asked my friend for inspiration. “God is like the lake”, she answered, “sometimes calm and peaceful, sometimes agitated and angry, but always good and beautiful.”