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.