Son Bathing on the Dock

Hey y'all,

I wish every last one of you could have been with me on my dock this morning! Worship was sooooooo sweet that I gave in to the strongest need to go face down– as in, face to dock in gratitude. I do believe Dixie Belle thought I had finally lost what was left of my mind. I heard her creep closer from her resting spot and when I sat up she was looking at me with her famous sideways puzzled look. 

I'll admit, the thought did cross my mind that I might appear to be in trouble to any passing good samaritains, but the good news is that no concerned fishermen came to my rescue. I'm happy to report that I didn't have any company, (unless there was an angel or two resting in the cypress trees, and really— who's to say?

Hugs,

Shellie

Have you ever beheld Him until you had to go facedown?