Lessons by a Lake
About 7:45 we finally made it to the lake by the lodge ..... We had spent 10 minutes digging in the wood chips pile for fresh worms .... Zach was excited to go fishing and even more when he began to spot the worms before I could, and found he could grab them quick enough before they disappeard into the loose wood chips and bark shavings that were piled high.
Good fat worms, from a mulch pile are always lively and good bait . Proud of his cup of worms , he launched off to the dock he had already declared was his place to fish from.
After getting the worm on the hook , Zach showed off his skill at casting , which we had practiced the day before by the flagpole and playground .... he did well in getting the tackle into the water although not exactly where he wanted it ... but good enough to catch a little blue gill (sunfish) on his first try.... he saw the bobber sink, set the hook and reeled the fish in, all by himself..... Pretty proud and happy when he saw the little fish ..... I tried to get him to hold it and when it spiked him he yelled and droppped it , then bent his finger back until he could get a small drop fo blood and a lot of symapthy for his injury....or at least he tried too.......
His second fish was a big , 10 inch sunfish ....bright with gold color on the bottom and all the blues and greeens on the side scales that gave it a real great look..... his eyes got big and he started yelling wow...look at the size of that .... its a big one Grand pa .....can we keep it to show my Daddy .... He then ran into the lodge to get Grand ma to come out an see it .... I could hear him all the way inside the lodge coaxing Grandma out with .... You should see it ,./...it's really big .... and I caught it all by myself..... onto the stringer and save it to show Dad later .....
One more little fish made up the nights catch before it started to get darker .... Grand ma came out to say 5 more minutes Grandpa and Zach .... then bed..... We baited up the hook ...waited for a bite ... and I decided it was time to teach him that when fireflys come out at night the fish know its time to go to bed .... and we should be at least as smart as the fish and know its time for us to got to bed too.....
It was one of those points where I was reminded again that I do not remember life in chronological order , or as a recited litany of facts ......but in moments of time, in laughter and the excitment of life , moments well spent , invested in living life...with those you love.... making dents and impressions in eternity, timeless strokes on the canvas of memory.
Good fat worms, from a mulch pile are always lively and good bait . Proud of his cup of worms , he launched off to the dock he had already declared was his place to fish from.
After getting the worm on the hook , Zach showed off his skill at casting , which we had practiced the day before by the flagpole and playground .... he did well in getting the tackle into the water although not exactly where he wanted it ... but good enough to catch a little blue gill (sunfish) on his first try.... he saw the bobber sink, set the hook and reeled the fish in, all by himself..... Pretty proud and happy when he saw the little fish ..... I tried to get him to hold it and when it spiked him he yelled and droppped it , then bent his finger back until he could get a small drop fo blood and a lot of symapthy for his injury....or at least he tried too.......
His second fish was a big , 10 inch sunfish ....bright with gold color on the bottom and all the blues and greeens on the side scales that gave it a real great look..... his eyes got big and he started yelling wow...look at the size of that .... its a big one Grand pa .....can we keep it to show my Daddy .... He then ran into the lodge to get Grand ma to come out an see it .... I could hear him all the way inside the lodge coaxing Grandma out with .... You should see it ,./...it's really big .... and I caught it all by myself..... onto the stringer and save it to show Dad later .....
One more little fish made up the nights catch before it started to get darker .... Grand ma came out to say 5 more minutes Grandpa and Zach .... then bed..... We baited up the hook ...waited for a bite ... and I decided it was time to teach him that when fireflys come out at night the fish know its time to go to bed .... and we should be at least as smart as the fish and know its time for us to got to bed too.....
It was one of those points where I was reminded again that I do not remember life in chronological order , or as a recited litany of facts ......but in moments of time, in laughter and the excitment of life , moments well spent , invested in living life...with those you love.... making dents and impressions in eternity, timeless strokes on the canvas of memory.
posted by WalksInTheWoods at 11:29 PM
3 Comments:
WOW! WOW! WOW!- your last paragraph is very powerful and moving. I could see all of you in the story. Then your reflection at the end didn't just pull it all together, it ended with a real punch.
"making dents and impressions in eternity, timeless strokes on the canvas of memory." -WOW!
Now if I only had a good editor as well as an agent !
You are always a blessing!
Thank you for your prayers for our family on Friday and for your constant positive presence in the corps. It's nice to know there are people around who see the world through similar glasses and feel the gentle rains of His presence.
I wondered, as I read your latest blog, if one of the reasons
“Eternity seems to fade to a “being” within my soul …..”
as one walks through the woods…
if it has anything to do with the throne of God in Revelation 4:3 which “a rainbow that shown like an emerald encircled the throne”
Emerald is green…the woods are green…light shinning through the leaves…
Can you see where I am going with this? Does it make sense?
So much of nature reflects his majesty…maybe more so then we know or can imagine.
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