In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength, but you would have none of it. You said, ‘No, I will flee!’ (I’ve got places to go and people to see!)
Yet the Lord still waits for you to come to him so he can show you his love...
Blessed are all who wait for him!
Isaiah 30:15-16, 18
Driving through the Gallatin National Forest in Montana was spectacular! The Gallatin River was our traveling companion all the way along our route. Sometimes it would weave along to the west, then it would pass under a bridge and come winking back out at us from the east. Back and forth it went, at times carving its way through steep mountain valleys and at other times serenely meandering through lush green grasslands. As beautiful as the scenery was, however, the river itself was muddy. It bubbled brown all the way to our turn off at Big Sky.
Curious as to why that was, I got on my computer and did a little investigation. I discovered that murky water is usually the result of wind erosion. As westward winds blow in, the mountain valleys act like wind tunnels, driving the wind spinning and scraping across the landscape. It tosses the topsoil into the air and it falls where it will, ultimately finding its way down into the mountain creeks, streams and rivers below.
But, fresh mountain waters also turn brown due to the “frost shattering” effect of weathering rocks along the steep mountain terrain. Each time the rocks above give way they send a barrage of river-cluttering gravel and grit down into the river bed. It's no wonder a river bubbles brown now-and-again!
As I closed my computer, I couldn't shake the thought of those muddied waters. It seemed that silt-laden river had stirred more than just curiosity up in me. I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it at first.
So, one evening I cozied myself in a comfy chair in the sunroom of our condo. As I watched the sun set over Lone Mountain, I opened my journal and waited. I sensed that God had something on his heart that he wanted me to understand about those muddied, murky waters...something below its surface. Something deeper.
As I sat thinking about the river, about erosion and weathering rock...the following thoughts took shape in my soul.
God’s love and tender care are like a mighty river flowing clear and fresh to us every day. But, the weathering effects of our daily lives, our choices, the busyness, the life-cluttering obligations and deluge of duties, can begin to erode our peace and the sense of God's very near presence. Is it any wonder that God's life-giving water begins to cloud up and grow murky?
We may be able to sip silt-laden water for a while, but, our souls cannot survive for long. We were created by God to drink deeply. Our souls require times of deep refreshing. Time to rest in his presence. Time to sit quietly at his feet and simply wait until all the stuff of life begins to settle down and God's love and tender care can flow fresh once more into our lives.
How's your soul doing lately?
God is waiting.
God will never adjust his agenda to fit ours. He will not speed his pace to catch up with ours. We need to slow our pace in order to recover our walk with him.
God cannot be loved on the run.