Every summer we go to our Family house on Kent Island to enjoy a week of life on the water. David, Riley and I love going every year and being able to share it with our friends. We love kayaking, swimming at Dog Beach, but most of all, crabbing from the dock. When Riley was little she would stand on the wood bench and squeal as we dumped the crabs into the bucket. She wouldn’t eat any of them, but she loved watching the little ones scuttle across the dock with their claws raised and then falling into the water off the edge. We would catch the same ones over and over and she would lecture them about getting caught and warn them that we would eventually get tired of throwing them back and just eat them. They never seemed to listen.
As time wore on, we changed the house to fit the needs of our families; I grew to enjoy going there even more. To being the first one up and out on the dock with my coffee and a bag of chicken necks to empty the overnight traps and reload them with fresh bait. The quiet time spent listening to the fish jump and the splash of the eagles as they dove after them. And most of all, the joy of catching the same small, feisty crab over and over until you finally toss him far enough out that they almost got the message. If I were to come back in another life, it would be as one of those crabs, feisty and unrelenting, clinging to the sustenance of the trap, only releasing the finger when I want. In short, to be the crab that brings joy to the little girl with golden curls on a dock in the summertime.
Dear Lord, help me to find joy in even the smallest parts of life. I never want to lose the wonder of your world. Amen.