"Let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains sing together with joy." ~ Psalm 98:8
You can see why they call it the Blue River. I cherished the days we spent there over Christmas, swept away from all the hub-bub of city life. God is with us. Everywhere, he's with us, but hushed in the woods you might think you really are at his footstool. Holding hands and praying by the campfire, even whispers of our prayers seemed to echo through the heart of the wood. When everything unimportant was stripped away and it was just us and God and his creation, our prayers seemed loud and heard. But God isn't distracted by our city life, only we are. He is the same always, everywhere. The quiet of the winter air and the rush of the waterfalls were the teaching tools of God as he reminded us that he is always with us. The wild of nature doesn't make him speak louder it just causes us to listen better. "Honey, if you listen, you can hear the river." I whispered as we lay in the tent we called home for two days. And when I said it, I was reminded that this is how it is with God, if we listen we can hear his waterfall voice above everything we let in to drown him out. I pray that when I think he isn't speaking, I will realize he just isn't being heard. Then, I'll strip away the unnecessary and sit down and listen.