Observations

We came home from Indiana where we celebrated one of Elv’s brother’s 70th birthday. Chicago traffic was thick and slow on our way down. So we came home through the woods of Michigan, over the big bridge and then more woods through Wisconsin. We were home for two hours when our next business in life was to pack up the expected schedule of work and normal, set it aside, and go up north to our friends who had suddenly lost husband and father and grandfather.

There was no warning, no possible way to ask for a way to put the settings back to normal. We have to go through. Yes, they’re sure. Through.

There’s no mistaking this sort of final call. It’s here. We go. Apparently, there is a way through. If the God who makes these calls, calls; then surely He knows it can be done. And He will help.

Have you had that feeling in the morning when first waking up of something odd or missing? And then yesterday’s events come rushing back to mind. Sleep was a break, but waking has to happen. How to do another day! It’ll be more “through-ing”.

Along about Wednesday, I remembered our trip home through the woods and over the lake. I remembered that we stopped by the lake to walk and that I had taken a few pictures.

Somehow I find relief and comfort in these pictures. The poignancy of the pain will be feathered and balanced by good memories and today’s relationships.

Did you know that Lake Superior’s shores have rock and agates and sea glass and few shells, while Lake Michigan’s shores are sandy with lots of shells.

of shells? I take great comfort in the unchanging-ness of a lake shore. There’s a dependable always about waves and the rocks. There’s also the rounding of those rocks from the pounding of the waves.

On Monday Lake Superior was up. There were white caps out there, big rolling waves that came crashing in over and over with spray and the noise of many waters.