Thursday, August 18, 2011

A Blessed Day!

In yesterday's entry, I wrote about the stressful decision I made to go with friends to Peche Island.  It wasn't an easy decision for me.

In the end, K encouraged me to go with her.  Off we went.  Down the elevator, through the lobby, out through our front door, along the walkway leading to the docking area.  Yes, we have boat slips here for about 20 boats.

We approached J & A's boat, to find a few people already aboard.  We joined them and waited a couple more minutes, until enough people arrived to fill the vessel to capacity.

Here's a pic of their boat!



Off we went.  It had been such a long time since I had been on a pontoon boat.  In fact, it had been a few years ago, when Gordon and I had been visiting with my cousin and her husband in Lake Havasu City, Arizona.  They had a similar style boat.  We had enjoyed cruising on the lake and into some of the nearby canyons.

My heart began breaking, thinking of my memories with Gordon and with my cousin's husband R, who is also now deceased.  Even so, I kept my composure.

Arriving on the island, some people went exploring.  I didn't.  Since my knee gave out on me a few weeks ago, I didn't want to have any further repercussions of stepping on uneven ground.

Instead, I relaxed in the area set aside for BBQing and picnicing.  K chilled out, sunning herself at the water's edge, as you can see in the photo below.  The building across the water, next to the yacht club, is our apartment building. 



Eventually, we embarked for the return journey.  We all agreed that it had been a wonderful experience!

Then, J turned on his radio.  It was all I could do to not burst out in tears.  What was playing?

Sarah McLachlin's song Angel, had just begun playing. 

While everyone commented about what a beautiful song this is, all I could think of is how God had placed that song on my heart after Gordon died. 

And, how He had given me the desire and ability to write some alternate lyrics for the song, to reflect the sorrow Gordon and one of his friends experienced, honouring God in the process.  And, how I had sung it for Bluesfest Idol last year, as well as a capella for various church groups.

Lord, this wasn't funny.

Of course, K felt that it was God's way of letting me know that Gordon was with us.  Once home, all I did was cry, for a short time.

We relaxed later, in the pool.  Of course, I did my exercise, while K floated around enjoying the day's warmth.

Then, J and A called everyone to come to the BBQ area.  We feasted on dinner, with them.  What a blessing that day turned out to be.  Thank you, friends.

Thank You, Lord!


Until next time...

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