We are rolling down the river just fine and then the wind picks, or a log has fallen down, or you hit a rock and capsize. The unexpected twists and turns along the journey may get our attention, but in the end make us more seasoned and wiser as we maneuver through the waters. We learn which routes are smoother, which side of the river to stay on and which channels to avoid. We also learn how to get back in our raft and how to use our oars to change directions. The river itself is beautiful, daunting, exhilarating and intoxicating. It is relentless.
God is our river of life. He is alive, bubbling and etching the landscape in front of us. The water is constant and is always changing. This is where we grow and learn his ways.
Transformation comes when the waves are pounding underneath our vessel and the wind is in our face, with the mist of the water caressing our entire being. We joyfully yell at the top of our lungs as we experience the elements and then reach the milder waves next to the coastline. We can then say “Wow what an incredible ride!”
Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls.
All your waves and your billows have swept over me. Psalm 42:7
YHWH Living 