One of the “small things” on my list was having a blessing before the team departed on October 1st. As things got crazy during the days leading up to that day, I found myself more and more drawn to my faith. It seemed like there was always some task going on that I would be silently praying over, quite often as I was doing the task. I don’t see this blog as a soapbox to preach my beliefs from, but it seems fitting to mention such things in a post about the blessing. In many ways, leading this expedition brought me closer to God. When Father LeFever showed up on the morning of October 1st, I had closure. I knew that his blessing was the last thing we needed to do before we took to the river. And as we raised our oars and the blessing began, it wasn’t one of the “small things” anymore.