He led me into water that was ankle deep. I was of little use scrambling around trying to show Him of what use I was. So
He led me into water that was knee deep. My pace slowed but I used all the power of my strong legs. Pressing my feet against the water’s floor, I pushed forward ahead of Him, impressed with my own strength. He must have been impressed too. Because
He lead me through water that was up to my waist. Soon it became a river and the water was deep enough to swim in. Nobody could cross it. The current began to pull me under. Then
He led me to the bank and I followed. There were a great number of trees on each side of the river. The water was flowing down into the valley where it entered into the ‘Dead Sea’. There, where it emptied, the salty water became fresh. There was life wherever this river flowed. The swamps and marshes were left in place for salt.
Fruit trees of all kinds grew on both banks of the river. Their leaves did not wither, nor did their fruit fall. Every month they produced fruit because the water flowed to them. Their fruit was used for food and their leaves for healing so where the water flowed, everything was fresh.
Of what use am I? As long as I think I am useful, I am useless. Who is useful? God alone is useful.
I am hyper aware of His presence. Why this delay in my own healing? Water, this symbol of Baptism, keeps returning to me but there is no formula.
‘Enter into the humiliation as you would enter into grief,” my friend said to my friend at breakfast when we could still have breakfast together. She was struggling with a situation in which I was also identifying.
You have to enter into pain, humiliation, fear, and move through it. You can’t go around it. He has been faithful to lead me through, to the bank where the trees grow tall and mighty. Their leaves are used for healing and everything is fresh.
I woke in the night and heard,
Be still and know.
Be still and know that I am God.
It is precious to receive the gift of faith.
It is precious to participate with Him.
It is precious to receive the gift of sight to see the unseen.
Goodness, knowledge, self-control, perseverance, godliness, mutual affection and love are precious. These are the qualities that make one useful. Without these we are near-sighted.
Who am I that He cares for me? Who am I that He thinks of me?
I am a breath, a fleeting shadow. He is a Stronghold, a Shield in times of trouble, a Deliverer. He rescues us from deep waters.
Persist in the disturbances.
Why should I let my puny self impede the power of His Presence?
(Ezekiel 47: 3-12, The river references were inspired by this scripture and not intended as interpretation; 1 Corinthians 5:17)
Photo: Moon over La Saladita, Mexico