The waters of rest

My brother, Tim, loved to take photos.  In fact, we used to joke about it.  He would show up at a family event and always announce that he had some pictures to show us.  The reason we joked about it was because they were predominantly of dead dear and caught fish.  (You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.)

But at the same time, he also had an eye for beauty.  He loved the outdoors.  Here are a couple of pictures he sent me taken at the place on the lake where he lived.

He definitely has the best view from where he is now.  (Can’t wait to see it myself.) “He leads me beside the waters of rest; he restores my soul.” (Ps 23.2)

I love you, Tim.  Always will.

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