August 9, 1998
August 9, 1998
I
often pause on an old and peaceful bridge in the woods to look into the water
of the East Branch of the Eight
Mile River. Though the water is perfectly clear, I have
never seen a fish. Until today. This morning, I was there when the sunlight
lit up the river and I saw fish of many sizes.
It was wonderful. I thought,
"when the light is right, I can see new things." Then I thought, "if I work hard enough,
the Light is always right to see new things."
