The river…

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells. God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day. Psalm 46:4-5

A powerful force. Something to be reckoned with. Thoughts sit high directing steps and delineating actions. Throned far above reality, thoughts take us places we never thought we could go. Thoughts. The king of our actions…until we choose to dethrone them for a more sufficient ruler. One who flows down on us like a river.

A river that moves. A stream that bubbles with joy and makes glad our hearts and minds. Could such a river exist on a deeper level than hopes and dreams? Could the river’s joy be a trusted reality? Is it okay to bask in the river’s waters, even when life is not okay? Even when thoughts and intellectually based assumptions remind us life could be better if this or that. Could His word be a vision of truth reigning higher than what our limited eyes can see?

As the man went eastward with a measuring line in his hand, he measured off a thousand cubits and then led me through water that was ankle-deep. He measured off another thousand cubits and led me through water that was knee-deep. He measured off another thousand and led me through water that was up to the waist. He measured off another thousand, but now it was a river that I could not cross, because the water had risen and was deep enough to swim in—a river that no one could cross. He asked me, “Son of man, do you see this?” Ezekiel 47:3-6

Son of man, daughter of the King…do you see this???

First it came to his ankles…then his knees…his waist…and then so deep one must swim.

The river. Deeper and deeper. Flowing from the Holy Temple. The river of God and His sovereignty making even the saltiest dead sea waters thrive with life. Could this water be the same river God offers you?

Could the king of rational thoughts be dethroned by unfathomable Truth…

that we are truly and wholly loved…

no matter what…

no matter where.

That we can stand and meet this love on plains of grace, bathing in love filled waters and leaving the thoughts that once ruled our minds behind.

We are unlovable washed away by unending grace. The gap between us and Holy bridged by the love of a Father. He invites us into joy. Could we step in?

First to our ankles.

Then to our knees.

Finally to our waist…and that the Lord would teach us how to swim.

To bask in His loving glory and grace. That it would flow down and transform our thoughts. That our minds would be made new. That we would not fall, but be held up by the flooding, transforming, life-giving waters. That we might dwell where He dwells. Oh Lord, let it be.




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