There is a small stream located on the route that I run. When the quarantine started, it was frozen solid, but a little trickle of water was sneaking through under the ice and making the smallest waterfall into the river nearby.
A few weeks into quarantine, the water was murky, and as it poured into the river, it left a dark circle at the bottom of the waterfall. It was a little depressing…it felt like we were in the thick of a mess, and even my favorite little stream was in dire straights. It looked thick and felt a little hopeless.
Today as I looked down to walk over the logs placed across the stream, I noticed the water. It was gleaming and clear. It looked pure and as I listened to the waterfall, it sounded kind, almost like God was saying, “I did some things here…I’ve been at work…I cleaned some things up, and I’m moving again.”
It occurred to me that as we stood still inside our houses, God was moving in hearts, cleaning out the old, clearing the muck and making a new way. I hear Him say, “Don’t forget that I make all things new. What was meant for evil, I use for good.”
I don’t know what muck was cleared from your stream. I don’t know what God may have reorganized or reprioritized in your life or heart…but let’s take time to notice.
Let’s step back and listen. Let’s watch the stream flow clear, appreciate and notice, and when we begin again, let’s do it differently. Let’s begin again, refreshed and made new, appreciating the things we had taken for granted, and treasuring the things we had previously walked by.
Let’s ask, “God, what do You want me to take with me?” And in these last series of weeks, let’s ask Him to do the last bit of cleansing. We would want to receive what He has to show us. We would want to be made new. We would want to proceed changed.
Sitting at the end of the little stream as the wind hits my face, I remember His kindness. I remember that He is on the move in my heart and in yours.
HLLF,
