You know I cannot resist writing about the nature of God when an opportunity presents itself…this weekend Bill and I went to a waterfall and I was inspired. 

First, I was just so grateful to be there.  I hadn’t recognized the part of me that thought I would never be able to walk to a waterfall again.  That part surfaced after our long walk into the valley to see
Dukes Creek Falls.  Watching the water launch from the heights brought my own tears flowing.  After the realization that I am free to walk and move again, I took a long rest on a bench basking in the sun.  Just watching and listening to the water…waiting to hear Gods voice and to see him in the day.  He did not disappoint. 

Waterfalls show us so much about the power of God.  The force of the waters leaping creates a beautiful image of God pouring himself out for us.  Humility was the very nature of Jesus that caused him to lower himself to the highest place of servanthood.  Only God could think of lowering himself to display his power…it is the opposite of how we think, but the waterfall shows us.  The drops throw themselves over the top and down to the pool below.  There is exuberance as they go as if they are shouting or singing of the secret to the power.  The lowest place is the highest.  The river of joy that carries peace in its current now shows us how to leap out in faith…to fall on our faces with beauty. 

It is amazing really to think of how powerful falling can be.  There is force in the fall that causes us to abandon control of our own lives.  Once the leap over the edge is made, the rest is up to God.  Where he takes us, how long it takes us to get there, what happens along the way becomes a matter of trusting him.  We allow him to demonstrate his power through our lives…not by striving to do so, but by humbly jumping into his arms.  The prayers we cry out when we fall are like the voices of many waters…powerful…beautiful.  They are music to his ears, as the sound of a waterfall is to ours.