We are back.
We had a lovely weekend, nestled in the beautiful lodge at Maumee Bay State Park.
It was intriguing and endearing to watch Master at the edge of this great inland sea.
He was emotional and joyful and tearful and enraptured. Alternating between exhilaration and longing, it was clear that the proximity to the enormity of this Great Lake speaks to Him -- in ways that a mountain girl used to the semi-arid Rockies will never quite understand. For me, it was a lovely, quiet, restful place where the water lapped at the seawall... For Him, so much more. We walked and walked and walked. We traversed the boardwalk through the swamp, and we combed the beach down to the water's edge, and we struck out for the tiny little lighthouse that we could just barely see on the distant point. Along the way, we walked smack dab into two deer, who were only just a bit startled by the crazy people crashing along through Their forest... I can now officially add Lake Erie to the list of places I've been spanked, but the most moving part of the whole weekend for me was witnessing my Love in communion with this lake that He clearly loves...