I slept pretty well at the Grand Rivers Inn, but Clyde did not. We got around a bit slowly. We ventured across the street to Pokey's Cafe, as has become our habit, to eat breakfast. Katie, a 14 year old still on summer break, took our order. We ate and headed to the boat.
By 10:00am the sun was already unloading its fury. The temperature was already marching above 85 and the lack of clouds in the sky telegraphed the message, it's gonna be a scorcher. Wind? What wind? The surface of the lake lay as still as a opossum trying to fool its predator.
Clyde took up a position with has back against the bulkhead and tried to catch a bit of a nap. No success. I pulled out my fishing rod and tried to catch a fish. No success.
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| Wearing my awesome hat from Sarah Humble |
We pulled up our tent stakes and headed for home. Early.
We enjoyed the drive home though Clyde was besieged by phone calls about work. Still it was pleasant enough.
I am grateful for the chance to sail with him, even if it wasn't everything we had hoped it would be. Wind is like that. It blows when and where it wills. We have no control of it. Jesus used the wind as analogous to the Holy Spirit -- which he said also blows where it wills. The word for wind and spirit in Greek are the same - pneuma. It is the same root word for pneumonia and pneumatic. Clyde's business, his profession as a physician, is dealing with wind and spirit. He is a pulmonologist. But neither a pulmonologist nor a preacher have dominion over wind or spirit. When it blows, we sail. When it stays calm, well, we sail as best we can and then we go home to await another day.
God willing there will be more sailing days, more breath, more spirit.
Peace and Love,
Jerry
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