Most of my family left for the Ozarks today, leaving me and my Son, Carden at home feeling sorry for ourselves because we have to work. They are going down to meet relatives and float the Niangua River. I miss being with them, but I am glad they are getting to go.
I miss the river. I miss it's smell, it's colors, it's movement, it's peace. I want to lay on my back in a canoe and watch the tops of sycamore trees glide by as I drift downstream. I want the cold, spring water to steal my breath. I want to jump off a bluff. I want to play tag with a craw-daddy. I want to look at herons and hawks. I want a snake to jump start my heart. I want to find the perfect flat rock and make it tap dance across the water. I want to be born again. I miss the river.
Someone wise said: You never step in the same river twice. That is true. That can be good or bad I guess, depending on where you are in life. Life, like a river, keeps on going. It is easier to go with the current than constantly fight it, that is for sure. Maybe that is why God made rivers, to teach us something about Himself and what it means to live in the flow of His Spirit.
So, I am missing the river tonight, but in my heart I am in it, drifting along with the current, following the warm light of the moon reflecting off the dark water. I wonder if it is missing me?
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Funny, someone else wrote today that the only fish coming downstream were dead....His point being that we would always be swimming agains the current...
I like both analogies. I want to be carried peacefully in the flow of the Spirit, but I know I must constantly be aware of the undercurrent that would sweep me away if I get complacent.
I don't know if the river misses you, but I am sure your family does.
Well, about my family missing me....Brandon did call and ask who was going to sit in the back of the canoe and paddle for him while he fished if I wasn't going to be there...it's nice knowing that make a pretty good trolling motor! I enjoyed the fellowship Albone, thanks for coming over!
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