Amanda, here. I don't know what it is about water, but it's always soothed me. The look of it. The sound of it. Here in Door County it can be raucous and wind-whipped, goose-pimpled and timid, or smooth as a satin pillowcase and just as comforting.
The harbors in Door County have an uncanny voice. They say, "Come sit here by the edge of the water and we'll talk about what you're going through."
I suppose like a counselor who knows when to keep his mouth shut...or like the Lord, Who doesn't have to say ANYTHING to get His point across to me sometimes...the water listens.
Jordan listens to me.
In a way few humans ever have.
Except his mother.
Where is Lola? She'd love this view.
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ReplyDeleteMaddy removed Eileen's post because Eileen hijacked Maddy's comments. Maddy was enthralled with the lake! So different from TX. Wonder if she'll get to see sun-kissed water full of sailboats?
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