A day paddle and many portages between waters lies an insignificant little island in the northernmost Minnesota wilderness. Battered and vulnerable to every wind and storm from any direction, a display of all that life brings should one care to gaze awhile. I did. I felt the emotion. Pain in the calm after the storm, despair in a fog, hope in the suns rays coming to me, and all the seasons passing to get there. In the reflection I saw and felt me.
Doesn’t look like much does it? I’m not much. I realized my insignificance.
God brought me here. I watched the sun come through the fog and touch the battered tree tops. I felt HIs hope brush against me and penetrate my soul. I worshipped My Creator God and Lover of my soul. I felt unashamed tears. What a rendezvous. What a trysting place. Oh to have eyes to see and a heart to believe at all times.
Gary
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Beautiful and honest, Gary. Thank you. Still praying for you and your family.
Mike
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Thanks Mike, that means a lot
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I’ve felt this way on the water many times. I don’t get there often enough any more. Great picture!
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I know what you mean James, every time I do get there it’s more than worth it.
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Enjoyed your words and experience.
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Thanks Barton
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