A few weeks ago, I wrote about a boat. In one sense, it was sad to see this boat decaying in our little pond. However, there is more to the story. My buddy, Rusty, grabbed an oar (a branch) and hopped on the boat for a photo op. Although the boat still didn't move, this is one moment in the last few months when I felt closest to God. Why? Maybe, just maybe, God new that in twenty years, two dreamers would come across the boat again and want to set sail. We shared a couple laughs and ended up with a picture. But maybe, just maybe, this was a subtle (or not so subtle) reminder to dream, to imagine, to hope.
Here are some other pictures that I shared as part of the message on June 7. These have been other times in the last few months when I felt closest to God.
Keeping up with a postal employee in order to pick up food
Playing cornhole on the church lawn with a bunch of high schoolers who were making up snow day hours.
Enjoying a wonderful cup of espresso
Hanging out at the Easter Vigil campfire
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