Babbling Brook

The last few days I have had the pleasure of being at Camp Paradise Valley for a management conference for work.  I love the chances I get to go there.  It is beautiful, peaceful, and even though I typically have a room mate, there are no children banging on the bath room door to come in to pee during my nice long hot shower. 

Last night at about 3a.m. a large thunder storm swept through.  I fully expected to come out to fallen limbs and debris this morning as the wind sounded so severe.  But instead the sun was out, the air was crisp and on my walk down to the lake after breakfast (did I mention they feed us like kings?) I could hear water rushing toward the lake from all around me.  I could hear faint trickles all the way to deep gullies of rushing water. (I took about 20 pics, but this was the best)  The water would not be hindered.  No rocks, no man made road, nothing kept it from making its way down to the lake.  In fact drainage was built to give it a path of least resistance as man has learned that with out it the water will erode the things he strives to build.  

So I began to ponder the power of this water.  What if we sought after our God the way this water sought to reach the lake?  What if we allowed nothing to hinder us? No rock, no man made obstacle...

Entire cities are built with great consideration as to where rain water will flow, and how such will effect the structures.  How might our society look if it were built around the fact that we would not be hindered?  If the water of our lives eroded barriers in our path as we sought full force to lean closer to God? If the world knew that no matter what it threw at us, we would still strive to find our way?  As my ear did not miss the sounds of the flowing waters, imagine what God's ear would ear if our lives rushed toward Him. 

The only disappointing part about my trip was that a devotional time was not on the schedule, as in years past.  God always seems to speak some thing special to me through the different men or women who give the devotions each time we gather.  This time God choose to give me some thing special through a Babbling Brook...and you know what? I will take it!

Pondering.....