I'm so happy to have my lake back. Doesn't everyone feel claustrophobic if they're not within walking distance from a body of water? Its like I need it in my periphery on a daily basis, just to orient myself, just to know there are wide open spaces, just so I remember to exhale.
Its the same lake, but its new to me. Standing here I can't see home, and my home I would never be able to see today's lookout point. So close and yet so far. Its a change in perspective. Not a change so overwhelming that I'm left floundering and grasping to right myself, but still a change. Its a change where the biggest thing stays constant. I'm seeing a new face to it, but I'm reassured that it is still the same lake I have always known.
I guess that's kind of how my faith life feels too. My God is consistent. I'm seeing a new side to his face, but I know he is still the same good God.
Kingston's not so bad.
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