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silence for the soul













Listening to the sounds of background music from my ipod, downstairs' voices, and speeding cars streaming by outside, I tried to drift off to sleep fairly early last night, at least early for me. I slipped into bed by 10pm to prepare myself to rise at 4:30am. It has to be something real special to pry me out of bed that early in the morning. My friend Eric, the chronic kayaker, had invited me to go sometime and the only allotted spot this week was Thursday at 5am. Most people would just say, forget it, we'll plan another time. Since I'm one of those persons and I lack accountability and discipline, I said, let's go for it! I've been wanting to catch a sunrise for awhile now. To see that sunrise while sitting in a kayak on the lake is one of the best ways to start a day. I may never own a kayak, but days like this prompt me to look for one...

We started our journey with a moonlit sky and traces of stars. Traveling from the phorescent lights of suburbia to the starlit sky, the stillness of the morning promised to be an adventure. There's something so peaceful about silence. Just sitting at the shoreline of a lake, memorizing the rhythm of the ripples, and listening to the natural symphony of nature. Peace, pure peace. It's so much different than all other aspects of my day. I can't stand the silence; I'd rather be listening to music. Yet, sometimes silence is exactly what the soul needs.

Stepping into the kayak and embarking on a dimly lit lake with no safety rails, just a girl, in a boat, on a vacant lake. While being so close to the dark water could be terrifying, the freedom of gliding across the glassy water and gazing upon God's creation was liberating. I could have easily let fear overcome me and wonder what might be lurking in those waters and how easily I could trip over. But, as I gazed up to the sky, I couldn't help but to be in awe and wonder of God's creation. Hues of blue and pink and yellow gracing the skies. sharp edged silhouettes of the treeline. mirror images of life in the water. geese sounding off their alarms and laughing at my inability to float on the water in my own skin. crickets playing their best violin solos. a cool breeze rushing through my hair. drips of cold water soaking my sweatshirt. adrenaline pulsing through my veins as I anticipate the sunrise. chills coursing down my spine. dreams. hopes. beauty.

God is good, even in the silence of 5am kayak adventures...

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