There is a river back there, but it will have to wait.

A few hundred yards into those woods, through groves of pines and countless game trails, a medium-sized river flows  in a lazy and meandering manner. It is a trout stream. It isn’t the kind of river you’d set as the marquee stop on an angling adventure, but it is the kind of river that is great to have in your town. And I’m feeling great that it is now in my backyard.

The past few weeks have been very busy. The last couple of days have been remarkably busy. Selling and buying with two closings on the same day is always work. Add in a few unfortunate variables and it makes for a real edge-of-your-seat experience. But we made it. Along the way we were the recipients of great kindness, compassion, and, most of all,  clear examples of the grace of God.

So tonight I write in my new house, with acres of woods and a river behind me. Getting things how they should be is going to take some work. With life not stopping for my renovations, angling is probably going to take a bit of a back seat in the coming weeks. But the river will wait. I’ll eventually walk back there. And I’ll eventually catch a trout.

Until then, it is pulling staples and countless other tasks I’m blessed to undertake for my family.