Running from the van, up the slight rise to the wooden steps, stopping at the top to look and look and look! What to look at first!? The stately Pines that created an aromatic frame to the view, the incredibly blue sky, with its few wispy clouds brushed delicately here and there by the Master Artist, or the “piers” of large rocks, boulders really, that wandered aimlessly away from the shore until they disappeared into the water.
The Water! You had to look at the water! The spectacular blue/green hues, reflecting so much of the sky, yet a color so much its own, white tipped waves causing momentary rifts in its vast expanse. The lines of a hymn float through my head . . .
“How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure!”
Despite the fact that this Lake looks immeasurable, unending, I know it has a limit, a boundary. Larger bodies of water exist, huge expanses that put my little blue Lake to shame. But they too have their territories marked off. “This far and no farther!” said the Creator, and so they obey. Vaster than all though, more immeasurable to thought, to comprehension, is the Love of God. The unfathomable Love of God. And how incredibly thankful I am . . .
“That He should give His only Son,
To make a wretch His treasure!”
