The Water
I love the water. A favorite memory is being out on the water in a kayak with my daughter on beautiful Lake Wenatchee, here in the mountains of Western Washington. One summer weekend,, my daughter and I rented little kayaks to paddle around the lake, and I was in absolute heaven. Once my daughter tired out after about 30 minutes, I kept my kayak and stayed out on the water for another hour or two, going farther and farther out into the lake. The water was cold and crisp on a blisteringly hot day, and the view was breathtaking. But it was more than just fun; it was sacred to me. It was an act of prayer. I felt nothing but gratitude that afternoon.
