I’ve just begun Moby Dick (which I’m quite excited to read, by the way, and very pleased with the beginning chapters). It stirred my thoughts and feelings in a new way. I’d never thought about the fact that so many people immensely enjoy just standing and watching water, whether it is a stream, lake, mud puddle, ocean, or pond. I’ve always loved my grandparent’s house that is right on a wonderful lake. If you canoe only a short distance from their dock, there is a lovely place with lily pads, logs and stumps lodged in the river bottom, turtles sunning themselves, and frogs hopping back into the water at first sight of you. Some day I hope to live in a house that has a nearby brook surrounded by birches, oaks, maples and pines, where I can plant a little flower garden of violets and maybe a few other flowers, and where I can meet God beside the “still waters” and pray.
Until then, my family loves to visit Lake Superior, the waterfalls of Michigan, the Wisconsin River, the muddy Mississippi and I enjoy slogging through our little marsh out back, looking for unusual plants like Jewel-weed and Arrowhead.
I cherish my dream of having a beautiful shaded brook, but I don’t know if the dream will ever be fulfilled. And that’s okay. Perhaps -and it’s a big perhaps- in my Mansion Above, I shall have such a brook, running cheerfully through the middle courtyard of the mansion with flowers all around. If, of course, there are such lowly things in that glorious place!
I long to be God’s servant to the end of my days. I know I am eternally saved, but how I long to serve Him all my days, and not fall into sin. That is the only desire I long for and pray will come about. To be with the Living Water, that I may thirst no more!