Bliss

What a month it’s been! High School Festival, Middle School Festival, teaching, working at the Church, and no time for play—until last Sunday…

I pulled into our driveway after church around 12:30, full of curiosity as to why Don and Marla didn’t make it to worship. They’d been up at 7:30 when I left for rehearsal, and we’d planned to meet at 10:30. Don’s car was in the carport, but he and Marla were nowhere to be seen. I called and walked around the house wondering where they could be when my eye registered the fact that the pickup truck that we’d borrowed from Don’s sister was missing.

I knew where they were! Changing into shorts and walking shoes I set off down the street toward the lake with my camera, hoping to catch a picture of them before they noticed me.



“Marla asked me to take her fishing,” Don said with a smile.
“I bet she didn’t have to ask twice.” I gamely replied.

They had spent several hours fishing, catching frogs, and watching the Tilapia shoot through the water.

Marla and I strolled along the shore, looking for water hyacinths that might be close enough to reach and enjoyed the serenity that the beautiful day inspired.



Later that day I reflected on the bliss that being near water brings to my spirit. Whenever we vacation, I lobby for the beach, as I can’t seem to get enough of the ocean, sand, waves, birds, and glorious skies. Time spent in such places seems to restore a sense of balance and peace to my mind and life.

We’re trying to think of creative ways to recharge this summer—we won’t be able to rent a condo at the beach this year, the budget’s just too tight, but maybe a few afternoons a week of fishing, bird-watching, and beautiful skies will be a nice substitute.