Moss Lake and the Field of Dreams are my favorite places on earth. Both are quiet and full of natural beauty that inspires worship and fill you with peace as you rest and commune with God.
But it’s not always super quiet, especially not when we’re playing with the catfish.
And then on our last day at Csehy, we worked really hard so we could go to the lake before dinner.
And we made it, for about an hour and a half.
Everyone was on the bridge and it was rather loud, so I snuck around and found a mossy log to sit on in a quiet corner, to think and pray.
It’s funny how you can still be quiet and take goofy pictures – I think it’s the quietness of soul being at the Lake brings and you’re okay with talking and interrupting that sometimes. Other times, you’re happy just to not say a word for a long time.
And then Alex pulled out his shell-horn and we listened, not moving, for the echoes bouncing back across the water.
And then we had to say goodbye, which was very sad, since I may never be back there again – but someday I want to take Ezra there and to the Field of Dreams. Jonathan said to me one day “I know the first places you’re going to take Ezra when you’re both at Csehy someday – the Field of Dreams and Moss Lake.” And I said “yep.”