There is no greater joy than to watch my man rowing along the shoreline alone with God.  To see my man gazing into nature and observing with curious respect the intricacies and splendor of our created world.

As I hear the lapping water splashes as the oars row the dinghy closer and closer to our anchored sailboat, I am reminded of the steady and yet gentle way that the Lord of the Universe pursues us.

Psalm 139:17-18, “How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, you are still with me!”