“The voice of the Lord is over the waters.” Psalm 29: 3
I love lakes.
I felt stirrings of anticipation when catching a glimpses of
the brilliant ribbon of blue than would slash through the pine trees when as a
child, our family drove to Lake Tahoe. Later discovering the northern lakes of
Michigan I remember the transparent aqua blue green water of Torch Lake in
Michigan, as my mouth unconsciously formed the word, “VA-CA-TION.”
Lakes for the most part are calm and let you ride in style
as you scoop a bit of water with a paddle while kayaking, being careful to put
it back. Or they thrill you with their
amusement park ride as you cross against a wake with a high speed boat, and
hold on so you won’t go flying. Lakes don’t care which ride you choose, they
are there to serve their users.
But stay away when a lake becomes angry. Upsetting weather
will make that placid swim you had in early morning a torturous and dangerous
prospect when the late afternoon thunder and lightning decide to descend up on its
surface. Hell hath no fury like Lake Michigan while in a small vessel.
The shallowness of some lakes makes it appear friendly,
showing off the bottom as if to say, “it’s okay, I will only take you down so
far. But watch out for the murky bottomed lakes that seem to have no end in
sight. Who knows what leaky bottomed
canoe lies at their depth or what treasure has fallen down to the ages.
Rivers are brisk and businesslike, taking their visitors
from one place to another. But a lake…now that’s an invitation to stay and
explore.
Waters still and deep or shallow and brisk, lakes draw me to
the depths
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