The River

There's something about water that brings peace to my soul. I don't know what it is but I am driven to water when my heart is downcast. And tonight I found myself there. I had a pretty discouraging beginning to my evening and was left wondering what in the world God is doing in me. I was driving home...aimlessly...and ended up at Water Works Park sitting at this spot on the river crying out (literally) to God.






But He sat with me in this place, directed me to Psalm 27, and brought peace to my soul.

As I was sitting there just watching the river, the thought came to me that a river never stops moving. It may move in large ripples or it may be moving so slowly that you can't see it moving unless you're paying close attention...but it's moving nonetheless. God reminded me that He is like that river. Constantly moving. In my life and all around me. And sometimes He moves in great ripples and other times it seems He's not moving at all, unless you're paying close attention. But He is moving nonetheless.

As time when on and we sat together, He began to replace my discouragement with peace and I surrendered my desire to "need to know" what He is up to in my life. That's a very difficult thing for me to do because "knowing" to me is comforting. But I am at peace simply "knowing" that He is up to something...