RIVERS.
How magnificent are rivers? A constant flow that does not stop, no matter what is picked up on the way. It’ll face its obstacles; it’ll be smashed on, tossed around, caused to splash itself everywhere. Its obstacles will create a mess of it and paint a picture of it and how destructive they can be. But amazingly still, it’ll continue to flow full of life. Its obstacles did nothing less than portray its power and beauty. There’s nothing like it. We can admire a pond for it too is a body of water, but a pond has no flow. It remains still, unmoved, going nowhere and coming from nowhere. It just sits and accepts its current state. It allows itself to get dirty with the tree trunks that may fall into it, the creatures that creep into it, the dirt that slides into them after rainfalls. Like the river, they have the same obstacles too. But, they remain still in that state. What purpose does it hold or meaning does it live by, other than hold what comes to it?
You see, a river is flowing from somewhere life-giving, it is how it holds life. It moves because of where it came from. It goes, still attached to the life-giving place it came from. It does not separate itself from it. It is from there its purpose came from; its meaning is rooted there. A river is not just water, it’s a constant flow of water that experiences along the way, getting smashed on, getting thrown around, and getting dirty, however, these things do not bring it to a stop. Its journey purifies and strengthens it. A river does not lose its essence and its purpose to flow because of how the world treats it; it amplifies it. It does not become less but more. The river’s journey is to only expand that which it came from. Life.
So I sit here and I ask myself, how long will I tell myself that I am only water and not the river? How many creatures will I allow to creep into my life and allow it to stay there? For how long will I let the heavy trunks that are thrown on me sit in my life and continue to add weight? For how long will I allow this world to toss me around and splash me everywhere and have me to believe that I am a mess that has lost too much of himself to this world that caused me to believe I can no longer move? For how long will I settle for being a pond before I realize that I am the river that streams out of the Life-giving essence with the sole purpose to expand that Life and share it along the way without allowing the world to deter me from that truth? When will I see how life-giving water is when it flows?
