Now that our air conditioning is off, it's so nice to enjoy the sounds of outside. Well, I meant the natural sounds, not the pool filter, sump pump, traffic, or ambulance sirens. Surprisingly, if I listen, I hear the chirping and buzzing of insects, and the occasional bird call. A bench in my unfinished flower garden calls, and I rarely answer. I need to grab my Bible and head out there before the cold keeps me indoors.
One thing I can't enjoy from my home in the suburbs is sunsets. With a grocery and other retail stores just to our west, we don't exactly have an unobstructed view. So sunset photos are rare.
Not so at the Lake!
This was the first year at the Lake that I had my digital camera. So every night I carted my camera bag and tripod down to the dock, where Fernando spent the twilight hours fishing.
We called them our dock dates. No scintillating conversation. Actually, almost no conversation at all. But simply time spent together, not necessarily doing together, just being together.
In the second week of vacation, during our dock dates, we started hearing the loons call to each other. The lonely, haunting call stirred my soul with a renewed longing for my life to reflect God's beauty.
I found that these sunset hours were the only time I could be still and enjoy the Lord's creation, with no need to feel like I had accomplished something.
Thanking the Lord for His sunsets.
Living life.
Capturing life.
Christine
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