Tuesday, July 20, 2010

In the Quiet Misty Morning

I was so blessed to have the opportunity to do a little camping this past weekend.  It had been years!  Michael, a friend from church, organized a group to get together at a local campground.  Each of us had individual campsites, but we traveled back and forth to one another’s site.  We also went swimming together, went on a boat ride, and the guys played horseshoes.  The time was nicely spent.

During the night and the wee hours of the morning, I could hear loons calling out to each other.  The sound was hauntingly beautiful as it blended with the symphony of other creatures.  I got up to walk down to the lake in hopes of seeing a loon, taking some pictures and simply enjoying the beauty and tranquility of the morning.

Eli, an eleven-year-old young man, was already there.  He had caught a large bass the day before and had risen with the sun to catch another.  His father was not far behind me when I arrived, and we began to chat as Eli continued to fish.  It’s always nice sharing the beauty of God’s creation with another person.

The rising mist and the sun’s reflection upon the water was breathtaking.  A verse from the song Homeward Bound came to mind.  “In the quiet misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed, when the sparrows stop their singing, and the sky is clear and red...”  I had sung the song one summer on a town common with a church group.  It’s so beautiful and very fitting in a military tribute entitled Until Then... 


  1. Wow! Wow! Wow! Beautiful post of a gorgeous spot! I'm so glad you got the chance to do some camping with the church family. Aren't they special people? Have a great week! George

  2. Thanks, George! Yes, they are special people... and you're not so bad yourself. (^_~)