Happy Sabbath

I miss Metallak.

Things are peaceful and calm there, the pace is slower. While we were there, we used the minds and hands and voices that God gave us. We sang songs, carved things, took long walks, and spent time contemplating the enormity of God's mercy. This year I was personally challenged and comforted; prayers were directly and perceptibly answered. There were no cell phones or computers, and all the voices around me loved the Lord and only served to further direct my heart towards hearing His voice.

When I left for the island last week my facebook status simply read: "METALLAK". A friend of mine told me that they'd tried googling the word in order to understand what I was talking about but couldn't find anything helpful.

Exactly. It's the anti-google. Isn't that the point?

windsurfing

Windsurfing is something I have always wanted to try, and was unexpectedly given the opportunity to do this last week at Metallak island...

Of course, I didn't do this:

Or this:

I was more like this:

But I had a patient teacher, warm water, and a perfect day- and it was a wonderful first experience. And I say first because I by no means intend for it to be the last... Maybe the only thing that goes flying right now is me, but that's not to say that I couldn't pull a few more interesting moves off someday. :-)

Maybe.