I see myself as a small leaf floating on a brook.  The size of the brook doesn’t matter, nor the length of its path; just the fact that the leaf has no control over the natural happenings that occur on its journey to the sea.

Sometimes that leaf floats along on a calm, serene waterway, meandering through a beautiful meadow filled with flowers and friendly animals.  The sky is a beautiful blue, and the clouds are high and fluffy.  Nothing ruffles the surface of the brook, so the leaf floats on in a state of contentment.  All is right with its world.  This is the state that I want to have all the time.

However, storm clouds move in and the brook becomes a violent pool of waves and splashing water.  The leaf bobs up and down over terrain that once was smooth and easy to navigate.  Then the sun comes out again and calm is restored. 

This analogy has wonderful examples that tell the story of life: the trips through the dark and scary woods; the journeys over shallow, rough and rocky ground; the tumults of falling over an unanticipated waterfall when the ride had been so smooth.  And, eventually, the emergence once again into the bright sunny meadow filled with peace and tranquility. 

What is the constant in all these situations?  For me, it is the presence of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit at my side for help and guidance.  Yes, it does take the steadfast “practice” of faith in God to feel the comfort and support which comes in this relationship.  It takes being willing to accept the grace freely given and accept that there are lots of things that happen in life that are way beyond my control.

Sometimes the brook seems awfully lonely and the forest is very dark, but I know that God is there holding me in the palm of His hand.  I know that God is there for you, holding you in the palm of His hand.  Why?  Remember that God loves you unconditionally! 

Terri

Psalm 46:1-3

God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble. Therefore, we will not fear, though the earth should change and though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea, Though its waters roar and foam, Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride. Selah