I was reminiscing today about some of my favorite times and was remember the farm that only lives now in my memory.
As a teenager, when we arrived at the farm, secure in my family, I hugged my grandparents, hit the gate and made a dash for the sun dappled canyon. My destination was a fallen tree that bridged the cold spring. This was my place of solitude. I could worship, think, dream, and sing. Here I felt the Presence of God and my soul delighted in the quiet and was refreshed.
At times, I would walk the canyon floor and find my way to the source of the spring. The stream would grow smaller and smaller until it came to the point where it began to flow out of the hillside. The supply was endless even though it looked like it disappeared. When I followed it the other way, the spring came to the creek and fed it continuously. The amazing thing is that the little flow that came from the hillside, widened as it meandered through the canyon until, at the creek, it was almost five feet wide. It defied the laws of mathematics.
So it is with my Christian walk. It started with a small trickle and is growing into a sizeable stream. Every day I fall deeper and deeper in love with my Lord Christ Jesus. My stream feeds into the larger body and adds to the flow.
There is amazing security in knowing that I am part of something bigger, something alive and moving. And as we go together in harmony, we feed into rivers and then into oceans. While flowing together, we don’t realize the power of our oneness. Together we reach out and invite others into our adventure until we find that the body of water covers most of the globe. As the great ocean is acted upon by the heavenly pull, the water rises up in waves and reaches out for the dry places inviting them to joing us in covering the globe.