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I went to visit the stream that God had so neatly spoken through in a time past. The stream had taken on a change since my last visit. I will try to convey what it was that I saw and what I think it meant. I noticed the walls of the steam were now exposed to the outside, no longer covered with the waters. Their large roots stuck out as the shoot downward to find the water yet deeper. There were other dried up streams that once fed this one looking more like a ditch without purpose. It no longer contained life without the water. The steam moved ever so slowly meandering down a path .It was so low that it appeared to soon be trapped by it's own walls. There were some deep still pools which still had enough water to sustain life for a fish or two that were occupying that space. The waters were becoming stale and it no longer appeared as attractive as before. The joy the stream once had had appeared to have been lost from the lack of rain. I find myself to be alot like that stream. That stream is so dependant on the life it gets from the rains and I am so dependant on the life that I get from God. When the rains of God stop I begin to dry up. The water of the stream allows it to overcome things higher than itself with the constant supply of new water otherwise it would be hemmed in. If I am not recieving from God I too will be trapped in and I no longer will be able to overcome things that are higher than myself. The flood of joy that accompanies the flowing of God's Spirit is now gone and replaced with wondering and still reflecting. The question "Have I become lost" wonders through my mind as I continue only on faith as I cannot see or understand what my Father is doing. I only know from times past that His eye is on me and I have not been forgotten. I think on the times when my waters were splashing and bubbling and the walls were filled to the top. You could hear and smell the waters before you ever seen it. A Healthy stream is fresh. It supplies drink for those who depend on it. Here’s a song that I wrote on a piece of birch bark while walking.
I Need A Fresh Rain I need a fresh rainI need a fresh rain Pour out your spiritI need a fresh rain
My waters grows stagnate And their level runs low I need you to come Lord So my waters will flow
Without you it's over I can continue no more I've lost my direction My heart grows cold
I call out your name For where else could I go? Your the giver of life lord My friend not my foe.
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