wander down the dirt road to this serene beautiful lake.
Why? I did not know it was there.
I was 44 and looking at photos of my wedding taken by a neighbor in Cincinnati.
The two couples who traveled the 4 hours to our wedding might as well been
time traveling---so different was our small town from all that was familiar to them in Cinci.
Bill, our neighbor/friend/photographer was enamored with our town, particularly this lake.
When I came upon the photos of this lake, I asked where he had found a lake in Barnesville.
The look he gave me indicated that he thought I was being ditsy.
"No, really, where did you find it?"
My husband then chimed in, "Beth, it's below the park. It's our reservoir."
At this point, the topic became a 'Bethism'---something I say or do that surprises and amuses him
while endearing me further into his heart.
down the lane and with my camera explored.
How could I have missed it all those years?
The same way I missed the close relationship I now have with the trinity.
They were there all this time.
But I partook of only a fraction of what was available,
just as I swam in the pool, danced at the rec center, swung on the
swings, and watched baseball games in the park
above all this beauty.
It took a deep depression
and the loss of my father
to send me searching
for the 'lake'
hidden yet in full view.
It took quiet desperation
for me to spend the summer
in prayer, Bible study, and simply spending time
with the trinity.
Isn't it a shame that many of us have to fall in a dark pit
before we can stand on the hill overlooking a pristine lake?
Isn't it glorious that He takes our hands and lifts us up out of the pit
to the top of the hill, welcoming us, so happy we finally asked?
"And to know the love of Chist,
which passeth knowledge,
that ye might be filled with
all the fulness of God."
Part of imperfect prose on thursdays