F is for Frio — as in the Frio River.
Every time I think about Laity Lodge and the Frio River, these words scroll across my mind – A river runs through it.
Because a river runs through the canyon and is such an integral part of the Laity experience.
We drive through the river to get to the lodge.
We can sit on the balcony to look at the river and listen to river.
Our view from the bluff looked down on the river and we could see how it wound its way through.
A river runs through it.
Years ago, I happened to catch the movie, A River Runs Through It, when it was shown on television. It is rare when I sit down to watch a whole movie unplanned, but something about it drew me. Something about it lingers, still today, in my heart.
Perhaps it was the mention of grace.
Perhaps it was the art, the stunning beauty of Montana.
Perhaps it was the human drama of a family and brothers and self-destructive behaviors and grace again.
Rivers run through our lives. They draw us together. We can stand in their waters side-by-side. We can feel their coolness and refreshment. We are washed clean in them.
Yes, it’s all grace.
Shall we gather at the river?
“Each one of us here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing to help, Lord, but what, if anything, is needed? For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don’t know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them – we can love completely without complete understanding.”
A River Runs Through It by Norman Maclean