Grizzly Adams, Jeremiah Johnson, and Davey Crockett are all city boys compared to Bill Secor. This man was born of the mountians and raised on a farm. He began logging trees at the age of 15. Soon after he joined the military and served in the US Army Special Forces. Upon leaving the service he became a commercial fisherman. Basically, Bill has done it all and done it well. He's learned the best fishing holes in the area over the past 40 years. I was impressed with his knowledge of the land, but more so by his obvious love for God.
We caught our limit in beautiful Rainbow trout in about 90 minutes. It would have been sooner had we not let the best ones get away. 
The sun was out along with bald eagles and shrieking ospreys. White, glistening snow still covered the mountain peaks towering over the green fir trees standing silently around Detroit Lake. The whole day was testimony to the glorious creative powers of God. Not least the intricate and artistic patterns and brilliant colors of the Rainbow Trout. Each one I held felt important...at least a little more important than each one Bill held.
The sun was out along with bald eagles and shrieking ospreys. White, glistening snow still covered the mountain peaks towering over the green fir trees standing silently around Detroit Lake. The whole day was testimony to the glorious creative powers of God. Not least the intricate and artistic patterns and brilliant colors of the Rainbow Trout. Each one I held felt important...at least a little more important than each one Bill held.We stopped at an old meat shop on the way home and bought summer sausage and old fashioned beef jerkey. I had a glorious day and I thought I'd share it with you.
2 comments:
It is amazing to me how often we are in the middle of God's amazing creation and yet we overlook its beauty. Your lesson on Sunday about rest for the stressed made me start thinking of ways I find myself finding rest. I have found that searching for beauty that God has created and taking the time to enjoy it helps me. It is not hard to find... we just need to take the time to look for it.
The week after the lesson on rest I went to Circuit City for a printer cartridge. While waiting for the sales person to check if they had what I needed, I looked around the store and related the observation/prediction you made in your sermon about computers saving us time in the future with the other sales person...We laughed and realized we spent more time, not less, working because of computers. Since then I have been out to Camp Yamhill several times, carting our girls back and forth. That's a place for rest!! My living room couch with my Bible on my lap and a pen in hand is another place for rest. Seeing God move in the people I associate with is also rest. He's doing the work in their hearst, not me. I'm speaking His words, or doing what He's asked me to do...May you find rest in His working.
Colleen
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