What's in a Dock?

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I never ever dreamed that I would ever, ever live in a place like this. A waterfront home on a quiet lake nestled in a forest.

But it was The Dock that intrigued me most. It was the icing on the cake. My very own private dock where I could fish from, launch a boat, or bake in the sun. Some of you know The Dock personally.

I believe The Dock was built many years ago from lumber harvested on the site. The wood was cut from heavy logs, which became water logged and springy. It extended only about 20 feet from the shoreline and the water was less than a few feet deep at the end. It seemed unsafe to even walk on, and there was no way I could get my ski boat to it. I couldn't even fish from it because the Lilly pads consumed the water just in front of The Dock. I thought it was rickety and just had to be rebuilt.

Now that the house is mostly finished, I've been spending more time on The Dock. I've learned that there is much more to The Dock. I've found how to cast over the Lillies to fish, and now have a flat bottomed fishing boat that will handle the shallow water. We also have a peddle boat to go out and watch the Ospreys fish. And I've realized I'm too old to water ski, so we'll likely trade that for some other toy.

I've enjoyed The Dock more lately even though I have not fished or boated from it recently. It has become my special place. A place where I can be alone, among the solitude of God's creations, just to think and thank. The drive to rebuild it is not so great now, because it is perfect to me just the way it is (but I still might fix it up some day).

I know some of you have learned as much about me as I have learned about me in the past few months. I owe the brilliance in me that you see to the "Thought Dock." Like Mount Sinai was to Moses, the Thought Dock is to me.
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