Two days later and I'm still fixated on this "boat" thing.
And the Elixir isn't helping.
It's like the one sibling,
("C'mon. You can do it."),
who encourages the other sibling,
("Yeah, that silver wire.
Riiiiiiight there.")
to grab the electric fence.
("That was funny, huh? Don't tell Mom. Don't tel - it was FUNNY! Come back!!!)
(Sister Here still twitches slightly during lightning storms. And I still flinch a little bit when I sit down.
Yeah.
I have a very kinetic family.)
Anyway, this boat thing.
I see a whole story play out in my head.
And it goes like this.
I've decided to get in His boat.
His. Not Kevin Costner's.
So I sit down as the boat takes off, it's inboard motor purring powerfully, the bow rising to plane, the wind blowing warm on our faces.
And I grab an oar and start to paddle.
Very frustrating.
The water grabs it and whips it around to meet my ribs.
Uhhh.
The next stroke goes better.
I get hit in the back.
Maaaaaan.
One more time.
Deep breath. Plunge it in quick.
Hmpff.
Upside the head.
As the concussion fades, I hear His voice.
"Whaddaya doin?"
"I'm helping move the boat."
"Why?"
"Um. Because..."
He chuckles as He takes the oar away from me.
"There is nothing you can add.
It's all been done.
The boating work is complete."
I mull this over, my pride taking a hit.
"So what do I do?"
"Talk to Me.
Stay dry.
If you get wet, let Me know and I'll dry you off.
Take care of the others in the boat.
Call out to ones drowning -
have 'em come to the boat."
He smiles at me, putting His hand on my shoulder.
"And enjoy the trip."
Then He winks.
"Wait'll you see where we're going."