A Log In The Stream
Just when you think things are going along swimmingly, a log gets thrown in your stream.
Isn’t that the way of it?
I had a plan for a series of blogs. My book Through The Eyes of Amos is about ready for launch. I finished a novella that needs some work.
And … my computer crashed!
WHAAAAAAAAAA!
Know what I mean?
It took three weeks to get it back. It seems that hard drives tend to evolve with time and our machines don’t. The hunt was on. Thank God for my friend, Sianna, who loaned me her computer in the interim. I’m a little slow, learning a new machine. But life goes on, right?
Sticks Going Downstream
At this same time, two of those weeks were spent with my Montana grandsons while their parents took a much needed, and overdue, vacation. Hmm … ever tried to do solitary work with three rambunctious boys? Nope. Not happening.
We spent an afternoon at a park that has a fast-moving stream (snow melt) running through the middle.
What do you suppose boys do with such a stream and the winter’s treatment of fallen tree limbs? I bet you don’t have to guess.
I watched the boys and listened to their chatter as they tossed sticks into the stream to see how fast they would move. Then, another, bigger and better, stick had to follow. Until they stacked up at a juncture where the stream went two directions. Either beavers had been at work there or other boys had the same idea. You think?
Logjam
It occurred to me that life is like that. We flow along until the sticks along our way get thrown in. We might continue to move forward for a while. Until the sticks begin to accumulate and eventually, we get stalled.
While the day out with the boys was fun and relaxing, too, the computer dilemma felt a lot like that logjam and the split in the stream. While I loved the days spent with my boys, creative work and subsequent production came to a halt and frustration set in.
Streams of Living Water
But God knows. As I’ve said before, we may not understand these halts in action, but God knows. Nothing will be dropped that is important in the plan God has for us. He is never frustrated.
He leads us by streams of living water. We hear the soothing sounds of rippling, splashing and bubbling water. The sounds of refreshment. As from God’s own River of Life.
If we don’t take times of renewing our souls, He will make sure it happens.
He will take care of all the things that concern us, minor frustrations to major life sorrows, in due time.
After all, God knows best.
We can rest in His refreshment.
“For the Lamb who is in the midst of the throne will shepherd them and lead them to living fountains of waters. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes” (Revelation 7:17 NKJV).
I know the logjam of loss. I appreciate your post and the effective visual. May God use these upsets to inspire more powerful writing.
Amen, Mary, Amen.
Linda Jo, I’m glad to hear you had a loaner amid the frustrations. And I sympathize with having to learn a new system.
Trusting with you for God’s timing.
I wonder if changing configurations of wood debris alter the song of a stream the way boulders do . . . If so, let’s hope for spontaneous psalms arising!
Amen to the song of the stream! Listening to the rivers is a beautiful thing.