The Path to the River
I had a chance to walk with Jeff, my son, along the Columbia River at the Waterfront in Vancouver WA last week. I reflected, as we strolled, that every day that passes is another step on the path to the river. Good days, bad days. Benches line the way for rest periods—not too comfy lest we waste our days sitting. The journey flows on until we plunge into the river.
Lest you think this is a downer thought, no, think again. The River of Life flows from the Tree of Life situated close to the Throne of God. The Holy Spirit is a River that flows in our souls. There is every reason to rejoice.
Graduation
Jeff, Steven’s Dad, waves behind him.
My second youngest grandson, Steven, graduated from high school. Hence my trip. He graduated with honors and is in flight school. I am so proud of him!
Steven put an airplane and a cross on his mortarboard so we would see him march in. He also inscribed a Scripture.
“For nothing is impossible with God” (Luke 1:37 NIV).
I had a sweet moment with him later and I know God is directing him. My cup runneth over.
Steven’s future is high and bright!
A New Week at Home
After arrival home, I faced disappointment. Of course, my initial response was, “it isn’t fair!”
But all things run through God’s hands before they reach us. He allowed my misfortune. I don’t understand. But He has reasons for everything. So I am learning to leave unfairness with Him. Again. And again. And as many times as it takes until He has it for good and I am done with it.
Like a weed growing in my garden that doesn’t get watered. It turns brown and dies. Good.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct your path” (Proverbs 3:5-6 NKJV).
And Then
I got a good report from my dentist.
“Look, Ma, no cavities!” This is a huge accomplishment. Particularly because I face a root canal (in the same tooth!) in a couple weeks, so this was a definite blessing.
Lost and Found
I lost something major. Panic attack! I looked everywhere! Checked all my travel bags twice, well, maybe thrice. My object was just plain gone.
All I could do was pray. I knew God knew where it was. He has helped me find my keys before, so I determined to trust Him to show me where it was. Or help me to move on without it and trust that all would be well.
A few hours later, I got an idea to check somewhere I had not looked. And there was my object. I knew the Lord had led me to find it. His late night gift to me.
Dependence
This was all within a week. Abba God took care of me and I know it.
I am learning to keep depending on Him. Especially when things don’t turn out as I think they should.
God is faithful. He always comes through.
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