July 2, 2009

  • waterfall

     

    Dry. Is this what it feels like to be parched? My mouth, open, is awaiting an outpouring of precious, moist promises. God, you rain like waterfalls of fresh mountain water. You are refreshing. I want to be refreshed in the presence of you. To smell like the mountains, to be showered in the soft clean mist! I want to plunge in the Niagara Falls. Oh, envelop me Sweet Jesus in your consuming mercies, in your powerful protection!

     

    I look to the water. A reflection lights my eyes. It is you. Are you just beyond this water barrier? I can see you through the downward pouring streams coming form the mountaintops! You are seated in authority. A scepter in hand, you look regal. Am I dressed for the occasion my Lord? I am simply an explorer, dressed in shorts, T-shirt, and bulky hiking boots! I am soiled from the earth, covered in dust and sweat. I see your hand, fingers covered in gold plated rings, motion to me.

     

    Step through, my Child, you call out. Can I step through this water barrier? The streams thunder and my heart races… Do I step through? Adventure. This is an adventure following you Lord. Deep breath. The decision is made. I step through. The water stings my skin. I wince, prepared for the rough water to consume me. However, my eyes open and a kingdom beyond dreams is revealed.

     

    I am in your presence-safe and empowered. You give me a charge-carry my presence with you. Entertain my mercies in your soul! Dance in my adventure and never second guess my mysterious and wonderful hand. I will not question dear God. Only declarative statements will overflow through my lips. You call me to claim all things are possible in you. You sealed this promise with crimson blood. Valiantly holding your banner, I call out to the troops, patient and ready, ALL Glory to the King!

     

     Ezekiel 1:22, 23 (The Message)

     

    Over the heads of the living creatures was something like a dome, shimmering like a sky full of cut glass, vaulted over their heads. Under the dome one set of wings was extended toward the others, with another set of wings covering their bodies. When they moved I heard their wings—it was like the roar of a great waterfall, like the voice of The Strong God, like the noise of a battlefield. When they stopped, they folded their wings.