We spent a week at a lake in northern Minnesota in August. We were unplugged, and in a remote area, so saw few boats or people. It was a perfect lake for fishing and relaxing. I finally understood what people mean when they say they feel closer to God fishing than anywhere else. I floated out on the paddleboard on Sunday morning, staring into the water, staring up at the sky, and prayed and talked with God for over an hour. Praises, gratitude, hopes, worries. I truly felt His spirit. It reminded me of all the passages in the Bible to BE STILL. The perfect stillness of the nature and lake was anything but empty. We drove away after that week discussing how we can get back, how we could be there permanently. But it wasn’t that lake, it was that stillness in Christ. We just have to look for ways to get it in our regular life as well.