Basking in His Creation
Last week, we decided to do something out of the ordinary; we went fishing…something that we had not attempted in a long while. Although, we had a wonderful time, it took me back to the days when going out to the Everglades was a regular occurring event in our family. The trip reminded me of an old college science assignment; we were asked to reflect on an area of nature around us. Naturally, I chose to write about the beauty of the 10,000 Islands.
When we returned home that afternoon, I immediately pulled out the old project, and as soon as I started turning the pages, I was instantly overwhelmed by all of the memories that were made in this beautiful park. Here is a portion of that March 2003 reflection:
We docked off at Captain Gary McMillan’s private dock, a second-generation Everglades inhabitant. He lives at the end of Chokoloskee Island, the southern-most point of civilization in the Everglades. Before we headed off on our endeavor, David decided we needed to catch some live bait. He cast his net, for what seemed an eternity, and brought in a couple dozen finger-mullets, while my son decided he was going to start a shell collection. After everyone had gathered what they needed, we were off and headed to the 10,000 Islands.
It was shortly after 1:00 p.m. and the temperature was around 80 degrees, the wind was blowing slightly. Every so often when the breezed rested, the water looked like a sea of glass. The mangroves were gorgeous. They draped slightly above the water when the tide was high, and appeared to magically grow taller, when the tide dropped and their roots were exposed.
Fortunately for us, David has been fishing in these waters for over two decades, so we could travel places that others wouldn’t dare venture. Although, the islands make look indistinguishable to you and I, they are like second nature to him. I had a wonderful time watching the fascination of my kids as they took in all of God’s creation, as well as witnessing their enthusiasm each time they felt a tug on their line. They both caught their share of fish: snappers, redfish, jacks and even a few catfish. Even I got lucky a couple of times!
Around 4:00 p.m. we headed back, but not before spotting a couple of porpoises frolicking in the water. David took us to a huge nest that was built atop a mangrove; I believe that it housed an osprey (amazing)! We also came up on a small island inhabited by what appeared to be pelicans. We couldn’t get too close, for fear we would get caught on a sand bar, which I am told happens a lot.
All in all, the experience of the day was just the thing that I needed. The sun was reflecting on the water ; it was the perfect ending to the perfect day. Not only was I able to connect with God’s beauty, but I was able to enjoy it with those that I love the most.
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You write beautifully of life’s moments and of how that moment became a reality, through faith in an almighty creator. I once lived on a boat at a time when I lacked a true relationship with God through His Son. Living on the water prepared me for the mesage of God’s Grace at Calvary only a year after moving off of the boat and heading South to live in Florida where I found Christ through the Holy Spirit and a wife to honor God with. Blessings on your writings going forward. I look forward to the voice of the Spirit of Truth, the Helper working through you!