{"id":594,"date":"2009-07-28T04:50:00","date_gmt":"2009-07-28T04:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/?p=594"},"modified":"2009-07-28T04:50:00","modified_gmt":"2009-07-28T04:50:00","slug":"letting-go-of-lakes-and-loving-a-river","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ladymacblog.com\/?p=594","title":{"rendered":"Letting Go Of Lakes and Loving A River"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/Sm6GXX6r8CI\/AAAAAAAAExo\/u8qKzubnqmY\/s1600-h\/DSC01248b.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/Sm6GXX6r8CI\/AAAAAAAAExo\/u8qKzubnqmY\/s400\/DSC01248b.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363371942360117282\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<div style=\"text-align: left;\">\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-style: italic;\"><\/span><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">&#8220;Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.&#8221;<\/span>  <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Winny The Pooh<\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/Sm6GXzbYUzI\/AAAAAAAAExw\/i0N0a5BYYns\/s1600-h\/DSC01241b.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/Sm6GXzbYUzI\/AAAAAAAAExw\/i0N0a5BYYns\/s400\/DSC01241b.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363371949745001266\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>I swam in rivers in my youth, up north, but mostly we stuck to lakes.  I miss the land.  Swimming and boating and LAKES are still in my blood&#8230; but I am starting to be soothed by spending time at a river&#8230; our river&#8230; throwing rocks in, digging in the mud, and even venturing close enough to dip my feet in its calm edge.<a href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/Sm6GYthfjyI\/AAAAAAAAEyA\/t1c0ykrNOk4\/s1600-h\/DSC01283b.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/Sm6GYthfjyI\/AAAAAAAAEyA\/t1c0ykrNOk4\/s400\/DSC01283b.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363371965339897634\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>I will never feel as comfortable in the city as I do beyond its borders and so each time we venture out to spend time in nature I feel relief, like I can breath deeper.   Coming home is all the sweeter with a contented heart.<a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/Sm6GY0oD4XI\/AAAAAAAAEyI\/Ow-zqIl7wyY\/s1600-h\/DSC01350b.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/Sm6GY0oD4XI\/AAAAAAAAEyI\/Ow-zqIl7wyY\/s400\/DSC01350b.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363371967246492018\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>Rivers are beautiful.  They come from so far and go so far&#8230; there is a quote that even at the very <span>source<\/span> of the inland river, the river believes in the ocean.  They go wild and around the corner can be <span>eerily<\/span> calm.<\/p>\n<p>Our river is feared by most of the locals.  There are signs posted at the start of the path we took today that say such things as &#8216;No swimming, this water is dangerous.  Don&#8217;t be this years death in the river&#8217; (I am not joking!)&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Truth be told I hope my kids don&#8217;t grow up fearing God&#8217;s creation but learn to understand it and use wisdom.  <a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/Sm6GYE5-c-I\/AAAAAAAAEx4\/0q_dvnfqoE0\/s1600-h\/DSC01257b.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_It9KDpK7ADM\/Sm6GYE5-c-I\/AAAAAAAAEx4\/0q_dvnfqoE0\/s400\/DSC01257b.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363371954436731874\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>All that Christ has created is GOOD.<span><\/p>\n<p>TTFN<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.&#8221; Winny The Pooh I swam in rivers in my youth, up north, but mostly we stuck to lakes. I miss the land. 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