Monday, April 27, 2015

The river

We spent the weekend up at our little lodge with dear friends. It was a time of great replenishing for each of us. Talking with dear friends can do that. But beyond the windows, we were all aware of this ongoing sound: the rush of a mountain river tumbling over rocks. It was ever-present, God's own white noise while we slept, ate, talked or simply sat together.

I woke up Saturday morning thinking about how that river is so like God. Always moving, without beginning or end. I thought of how His love permeates the world, whether we're conscious of it or not, how it spills over the rocky places in our lives, smoothing them. I thought of how much power there is in His love, to remold the landscape of the world and of our lives.

But it's been said (so often it's a cliche) that a picture is worth a thousand words. Right? In this case, a short video visit to our river might do even better. So here it is, the breathtakingly cold, wild Cascade River as it looks from the deck of our little lodge.

I can't seem to make the sound work but, hopefully, you'll get the idea. (This is from last fall--imagine that there are leaves on the trees and the moss is glowingly green now).

1 comment:

Pamela M. Steiner said...

I can imagine the sound and it floods my soul with peace and joy. Thank you for sharing this little piece of "heaven" with us. So glad that you have that place for a respite from all you've recently endured. God knows what we need even before we know...and He provides in advance. Thinking of you and your family as you continue in the "healing" process.