Laying face down on the dock Reuben dipped his aged, calloused hands into the cool lake water. It would be a year before he could hold the lake again. Tomorrow they would leave their cabin of memories, but he found comfort in knowing a part of him would always remain.
Finally, Reuben stood, and he smiled through the cutting wind, beating against his hardened face. Out of habit, he whispered to the lake, “See you next year, I suppose.”
Author note: A trip back to this place in Northern Minnesota; a place all the "Loucks's" caught our first big fish, has taught me not to fear death, rather look deeper inside to understand the paths our loved ones leave behind.
A gripping story for anyone who has been “up north,” or has stayed on the ever-changing shores of Steamboat Lake.
I hope you’ll find a place in your heart for this story and it’s poignancy.
Joel 2:28-29King James Version (KJV)
28 And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions:
29 And also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit.