Lake Crazy Love

I got up early this morning, and after picking up a friend made my way to our destination to begin walking and talking. After we got out of the car, agreed on how far we’d walk and found a good pace, during the conversation my eyes would dance between her excitement and the flurry of activity that was right in front of us. Bugs were scratching their legs and filling the morning air with song. The small birds that hopped along in the brush were excited to hear it; you could see it in their bounce. The air was full of tiny insects that looked like a school of fish in the quick direction changes and the miniscule circles they synchronically weaved their way in and out of. The ducks left trails of wonderful overlapping patterns of water. We heard shoes shuffling the blacktop, wheels being cranked by pedals and roller skates, yes roller skates carving up the road. All of this was pleasant, all of it tranquil, all of it surreal and all of it pleasing. During our walk, and after we laughed at ourselves, for moving at such a quick pace, my sight found the grass that had folded on top of itself on the lake’s edge. It lay as if nature were going to make a huge basket that held fish and frogs, ducks, birds, insects and small boats looking for treasure. I took a closer look and when I did my heart filled with joy.

I read a small piece of a great book today. In the book, the author Francis Chan made the assertion that our lives matter not. It will not matter tomorrow, if we were to die today, what car we drove, how much money we made, whether our clothes were fashionable and if we had the latest gadgets. What would matter was how that life, when lived was lived and if we had ever really lived. I can say for myself that I did not know what living was until I experienced first hand and came to appreciate the love that I’ve received, been privy of providing and found myself wanting. How much more I have truly experienced living as I’m coming to realize that my life is not worth living until I’ve lived for the one who lives to love me. I pray that as the water rescinds and my life draws to an end that people will be able to look on the shores that my lake touched and know that God’s love was there - that’s kind of crazy huh!

Read “Crazy Love” by Francis Chan.