Sitting in a cool stream, slow soothing water flowing by. My fists unclench and I can relax.
But the power even of this creek! It has dug this channel through which it bubbles. It has smoothed the stones over which it flows. Downstream, this same water rushes through mighty rapids.
Soft and quiet power.
Let me drink it in, Lord.
(Letter #3,470)
Daily Letters to God 