Photo Ops and the Big Drift
As I pulled my paddle through the water, and eased into prayer, the sun began peeking over the line of cypress trees on the lake’s edge, casting a glorious band of gold across the surface like it was marking out a path. It felt like divine timing. Yesterday I’d been writing about a scripture from Proverbs 4:18, “But the path of the righteous is like
Red and Keggie Go Kayaking
Captions left to right: "It's okay, Red! I haven't tumped over yet." "Dear Lord, why do I let Keggie talk me into these things?" "We're going how far, Keggie? You're such a kidder!" "Husband, thanks for taking the pics. If we're not back by dark-thirty, come after us, k?" Hugs, Shellie I love to hear from you. And to prove it– leave a comment anytime during the month of May and I’ll
Me and My Otter
I did it! It's windy here but I still took my new Otter out on a solo expedition and made it back to the dock safely! Note Dixie Belle observing. There's a seat for her but she said if it was all the same to me she'd pass on the maiden voyage. Whatever. I love it! Thx, Phil!!!! Hugs, Shellie the new Kayaker I love to hear from