Where is He?
There he is amongst the snags and in the hollows as he rescues those that have befallen the grip of the hydraulic torrent.
He struggles against the grasp of the dark that surrounds the unbeknownst in the depth of their arrested attention.
Like water He moves, fluidly finding the cracks and crevices as he clears way the prey trapped between the frays.
As if His concern is only completed by the responsiveness of the removal of the obstruction, as the befallen are absorbed in the flow of His rushing spring.
Alive, without regard and without hesitation He implores them in the cascade of the ensuing waters of the spring.
I can hear Him as I pray, summoned, will I obey? Becoming able to see the need to accept, thanking Him for the persistence of consequence as we follow the way.
How low will He go? How much longer, farther, how deep must I go?
I am realizing that much like Hannah Hurnard’s character “Much Afraid,” we are on a journey of “lower still” its about our need for the Water to seek us out and find the depth of our soul…
“Ours is a journey inward, now, ours is journey outward.” Here we go, lower even still.
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