From the Desk of Jeff King

Still waters

Heaven and earth touched briefly today at Lake Cassidy. I snapped this photo while biking the Centennial Trail, which follows an abandoned rail line through wetlands north of Seattle. The water was so still it served as a mirror, reflecting the pale blue sky and broken clouds in crisp detail.

The view was surreal, like pictures you see of earth shot from orbiting spacecraft. I could almost touch the sky. Except for three ducks I flushed out of a thicket of reeds, I was the lone spectator. My soul became as still as the water. Stress and anxiety drained from me. As I walked back to my bike, I turned for one last look. It was gone. A gentle breeze had broken the glass-like surface of the lake. It was if God had brushed the water with His hand, erasing this fragile work of art. I felt like God had invited me to a private showing. His masterpiece reflected Psalm 23:

The LORD is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul.