I am sitting above a roaring river. The morning sun shines brightly, reflecting
off the swirling, white foam, reflecting the beauty of God’s world. Watching the water pour over the glistening
rocks and rush downstream gives me a feeling of hope. Why? Part
of it is just an appreciation of the beauty; in spite of all the ugliness and
horrors around us—just read the news—we have this incredible gift. Perhaps the river can also be a metaphor for
life or for our path in life. As we
float down our river we often hurry.
Sometimes we float smoothly over the rocks while other times we hit
those rocks or get caught in between them.
But the river keeps flowing and eventually we are on our way again. We may pass many wonderful sights along our
journey but we rush right by. At times
the river slows and spreads out into quieter pools where we may pause a
while. Farther down we may be caught in
an eddy which swirls us around, making us dizzy. We may even get sucked down. Our ride down the river may end sooner than
others’. Some may make it to the river’s
end and some may not. However, riding
the river is an adventure. I am full of
hope at what I might see around each bend.
I bask in the sunshine and enjoy the quiet of the pools. There is always beauty if I bother to
look. I realize I must open my eyes and
enjoy the journey.
Written on 8/15/2013
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