At first glance, the stream appears motionless, its shallow green waters merely reflecting the overarching canopy of green. But here by the bridge, rocks litter the stream’s bed, and its water comes to life. Its meandering impeded, the stream ripples, bubbles, and rushes. The currents ripple and swirl around the rocks and fall over submerged stone, plunging to a lower level, leaving bubbling foam at the base of the mini-waterfall. I sit by the side of the stream listening to its gurgling, allowing the water’s chaos to soothe my soul.
God’s spirit flows through my life like a stream. At times it moves so quietly I scarcely notice its motion. But once life’s difficulties obstruct my way, I take more quiet time to listen carefully for God’s spirit rushing through my life. When I sit quietly, watching and listening, I have eyes to see and ears to hear His spirit moving in my life.
Lord, help me to be inwardly still during both crises and calm times, that I may better acknowledge you and your work in my life.
Psalm 46:10a “Be still and know that I am God.”
4 thoughts on “Listening to the Stream”
Nancy, I so enjoy your daily thoughts. They often set the tone for my day. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Nancy. You are so sweet to read and make such lovely comments.
I like that metaphor of life’s obstacles creating more noise so that we listen for God’s voice!
Thank you, Kristan! It is so true, isn’t it? I appreciate your comment.