Sunday, May 11, 2014

The waters.

In the fear of the LORD there is strong confidence, And his children will have refuge. - See more at: http://bible.knowing-jesus.com/topics/God-Being-Our-Refuge#sthash.lxJFyfrF.dpuf
In the fear of the LORD there is strong confidence, And his children will have refuge. - See more at: http://bible.knowing-jesus.com/topics/God-Being-Our-Refuge#sthash.lxJFyfrF.dpuf
In the fear of the LORD there is strong confidence, And his children will have refuge. - See more at: http://bible.knowing-jesus.com/topics/God-Being-Our-Refuge#sthash.lxJFyfrF.dpuf
Psalm 78:16-16
 "He split the rocks in the wilderness and gave them water as abundant as the seas; he brought streams out of a rocky crag and made water flow down like rivers."





The other day, I drove down by the river in my old hometown,  New Richmond, Ohio.  There has always been something about rivers that have felt like a Linus blanket to my soul. Like my mothers arms.  I am drawn to rivers.  I have always been.  Many years and seasons would find me along them; The Poudre River in Northern Colorado, The Red River Gorge in Kentucky, or along the banks of The Ohio.  The quiet and subdued times in the valleys of my life have been spent on these waters, letting them speak to me. I think most of us have a place like that. I think there is something in us all, about waters like this;  ones that quench our souls. We are all drawn to places where we can be honest with ourselves. It took me a while to realize that truth, is the best therapy.

In retrospect,  I know God knew I would see Him in the quiet places of my yesterdays. Perhaps then, it was the closest I could get to Him and His love.  He has become my rivers now.  He was always there; guiding me through the years I remained adrift on the waters I now seek to walk upon.  He has always been there.  I have embraced this thought.  It leads me to believe,  I was never really lost. 

The Poudre River flowing through Bellevue, Colorado
I still find solitude on the water.  I was there yesterday, accidentally fishing again. In the stillness of the night, as the fog danced on the water, I thought all of the times I sought refuge and retreat on the rivers in my life.  I still do, but nowadays, for different reasons.  I went to these places then, hoping I would find Him. I go to these places now, to listen.  Truth, is the best therapy.