Sometimes, the water is so loud, so consuming, we can’t even contain it or comprehend it. You see, when we let Jesus into our soul, His rivers of Living Water rush into our lives to show us His love, His grace, His mercy, those things which He’s just been waiting to pour out. Our soul longs for those times when we are fully immersed in His goodness and grace. Every one of us has a need for so many more of those soft, squishy, green patches, those places where His love and mercy abide. Each one of us has a dry spot or two that needs more water and oh, those pesky weedy areas that are in such need of His purifying.

We all have dark places, those things which are ugly and hidden from the world that need His cleansing. Some are more, some are less, but we all have sharp, jagged rocks that need His soothing. I was reminded, in that moment, all our souls are in this similar state of being. He pours over those jagged rocks of my soul to bring life, restoration and joy. His water has to smooth out the sharp, ragged, painful places, those places we’d rather not talk about, those pains we’d just as soon forget. Yet, there are other areas where it’s not so sweet. These are the places where I long to stay, to learn, to grow. I’m pliable, moldable, easily moved and quickly changed. It causes the green patches of soft, squishy grass to grow.Those are the places where I’m tender and soft toward the things of God. It washes my heart, cleanses my mind and purifies my soul. It’s solid, strong, and unyielding, sometimes for very good reasons, sometimes for not so good. The falls were simply beautiful, invigorating and peaceful, inviting and overwhelming, all in the same breath.Īs I stood there, tears streaming down my face, I could see the depths of my very soul. Sometimes, it would bounce and jump, almost seeming to dance in laughter off the rocks, and in others, that same water swirled and pooled, making little collections of shimmery basins in which you could’ve cooled and refreshed your feet. The waters rushed over the edge at one place and trickled down, hardly noticeable in another. Yet, where the water flowed, the rocks were smooth and even shiny, almost like jewels glistening in the sun. There were sharp places and dark places…green, squishy patches and dry, splotchy parts…even some spots with crackly, dry weeds. Looking up, this song started rolling over and over in my mind, and before I realized it, I was softly singing:Īs I stood there, listening to the waters rush over the rocks and tumble down below, I began to really see it…The rocks were solid, strong, unyielding. We took a little hike to Amicalola Falls and were standing on the bridge, looking up at the falls when I saw it.

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