Photo Ops and the Big Drift

As I pulled my paddle through the water, and eased into prayer, the sun began peeking over the line of cypress trees on the lake’s edge, casting a glorious band of gold across the surface like it was marking out a path. It felt like divine timing. Yesterday I’d been writing about a scripture from Proverbs 4:18, “But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, that shines brighter and brighter until the full day.”

Impulsively, I lined the nose of my kayak towards the light and pulled o...