Easter Weekend

This past weekend was Easter and normally, I spend it with my family. All of it. But this year, I went with Philip's family on Good Friday to their farm in Giddings. It has been a very long time since I have been around the country, however, I have been around the country. I grew up in it, in fact! And no matter how hard I try, I love it. I love it quite a bit. I think that there are so many misconceptions about being in the country. If you haven't ever been there, most people can think it is just a small, po-dunk town where everyone talks slow, thinks slow, drives slow, and is just overall slow. As a lot of this is true, there is some intense beauty in that.

When I was in Giddings this past weekend, we were there fishing. I grew up on a lake and love to fish. I like to think I am pretty good at it too. Fishing is the coolest thing ever. It is so simple, yet so complicated. It can become a a huge game in a matter of seconds. People can start talking crap about who has the bigger fish, who has the most fish, who caught the first fish. It's all so much fun! Yet in the end, we are all just people who love to fish. I think that what brings people to fishing so much is the fact that you can get lost in it. Fishing takes patience. You have to sit there, quietly, still, for hours. While I sat there on Friday, I got lost in life. I was taken away from the hustle and bustle of school, and stress, and little things that disappoint me lately and put right smack in the middle of God's creation. I loved it. I loved being back in it. I missed it.

For me the country, fishing, it takes a peaceful heart. But even better, it brings a peaceful heart.