The smells that filled the air consisted of a spring’s morning dew and a decaying pile of leaves in the fall. Not the most serene of descriptions, yet, the perfect combo of my two favorite seasons. Trees sheltered us in all directions. The river, whose origin was deep within the jungle, divided the expanse of trees. We set up for the afternoon picnic approximately 20-30 ft. above the river, and were able to use a path created by the roots of a tree and eroding rainwater to reach the river’s bank.
After lunch I journeyed down to the river to sit on a rock with my feet on another smaller rock below the water. As I sat God reminded me of a miraculously simple truth that I knew as a child, but have since filled my mind with the facts of this world, and not left room to dwell on the simple divine truths from God.
As small fish swam around my rock and I braved my fears by allowing them to explore my obstructing addition to their home (aka my feet) God reminded me of the magic of water.
Water composes 90% of our bodies and yet it is still necessary that we pour it within ourselves to stay alive. That same element that gives us life can also bring us death, and for the same reason it can bring us death it brings life for the creatures within. They need the water in a way that would kill us. We need the air and water in a way that would kill them. Yet, the balance has been created of the two in such a way that one can respect and enjoy the beauty of the other.
Then it brings new life…
“Anyone who is thirsty may come to me! 38 Anyone who believes in me may come and drink! For the Scriptures declare, ‘Rivers of living water will flow from his heart.'” (John 7:37-38)
