A little trip to the river is never complete without some sort of vehicle breakdown (axle falls off, flat tire), a run in with the police, fun with friends and deep connection with God that you just can not avoid out there. It's quiet and beautiful yet loud and right in your face out there. I love it...
WE spent one night with boats tied together, engines off, floating down the river. With a canvas of his stars above our heads, we all bellowed his praises back up to him. There was nothing like it.
"I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I do hope. My soul waits for the Lord."
Psalm 130: 5-6
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