The Waters
There are a few things about water I’ve learned over the past couple days.
I’ve learned that water can be destructive; it can take lives, power, bridges, homes; it can take peoples’ lives and turn them around. It can be a natural disaster, it can take everything from you; your physical belongings, your sanity.
I’ve learned that water can be destructive; it can take lives, power, bridges, homes; it can take peoples’ lives and turn them around. It can be a natural disaster, it can take everything from you; your physical belongings, your sanity.
It can create a stressful environment. It can destroy not only the things we see, but the things we feel; it breaks down the barriers we have created and can cause us to hit our knees.
I’ve learned that water can be deep; deeper than you could ever imagine. You think 1,500 feet is deep, try 15,000 feet. This awareness makes you feel small; you are, what, five or six feet tall and the water in your pool in the backyard is over your head. Its intimidating to realize that the ocean is even greater, move vast than you could imagine.
I’ve learned that water can be deep; deeper than you could ever imagine. You think 1,500 feet is deep, try 15,000 feet. This awareness makes you feel small; you are, what, five or six feet tall and the water in your pool in the backyard is over your head. Its intimidating to realize that the ocean is even greater, move vast than you could imagine.
It’s full of things you could never imagine, adventures and dangers and wonders and awe. There are creatures larger than you, smaller than the eye could see; calm and serene creatures; angry and treacherous creatures.
Its depth cannot be fully understood by humanity; just as the space beyond the earth is much undiscovered, the depth of the waters on our own earth are unexplored as well.
I’ve learned that water can be healing; when it flows down from those beautiful little eyes, and when you talk to the right person, it fills the cracks thank others left open.
Waters heals broken emotions.
Baptism, a symbol and tradition passed down and down and down from the early church, is based upon the healing of waters.
Waters heal broken spirits.
When you have a cold or the flu, what did your mother always tell you? Drink plenty of water. Why? The body needs water to survive, to heal, to undergo its many processes.
Waters heal broken bodies.
I’ve learned that water can be salty; and when it hits you the wrong way, it gets in your nose and mouth and not only does it taste bad, but you want to choke and gag and you grasp for some fresh water, someone who can replenish the good taste in your mouth.
Waters heal broken bodies.
I’ve learned that water can be salty; and when it hits you the wrong way, it gets in your nose and mouth and not only does it taste bad, but you want to choke and gag and you grasp for some fresh water, someone who can replenish the good taste in your mouth.
It may seem to be destructive to the insides of the body, but when viewed in the bigger picture, the salt has mending properties to the outside surface of the body.
Take the dead sea for an example; drinking it can be destructive, but allowing the waters and the mud from the dead sea to surround your body can be healing.
Situations and people can be destructive if you continue to drink them in; but when you view them in the bigger picture, allow it to touch your life in a more generalized fashion and learn from your mistakes and unfortunately toxic situations, the salty water heals you.
I’ve learned that water can be rough, it doesn’t always understand you and sometimes it seems like every move you make pushes you further and further below the surface.
I’ve learned that water can be rough, it doesn’t always understand you and sometimes it seems like every move you make pushes you further and further below the surface.
Sometimes you may feel like you are drowning; negativity hits you from all sides and people choose to view things the way they desire to view things, offering no understanding to you.
Water can tire you, physically and emotionally.
When you get knocked around enough, it can make you second guess which way is up and which way is down; are you viewing life right anymore? Surely there has to be something wrong with you.
Sometimes water leaves you gasping for air; for a break; for safety.
Not all waters are refreshing and healing or calm and inviting; some are intense and will rock the boat, others aren’t always a clear blue that radiates beauty and positive vibes.
Sometimes the waters can be deceiving; from afar, they look fun, you think maybe that your vibe can calm their spirit. Upon closer observation, you realize that mixing oil and water doesn't always turn out in your favor.
Life isn’t always going to be full of the beautiful blue Cozumel waters and the refreshing Jamaican mountain waterfalls. Sometimes you’re going to jump the waves in Haiti and get a mouthful of salty water, and a headache from the intense sun.
But what is important? To be able to look back on your experiences and be able to say despite the bad, life is still beautiful.
The beautiful thing? That the waters aren’t always going to be rough and only occasionally will they come in with winds and overflow the rivers and allow havoc to arise on and in our lives.
This destruction you see is only temporary; the destruction you feel emotionally is only temporary.
After all, destruction is not always a negative thing; sometimes tearing down a bridge can mean a newer and more sturdy bridge; sometimes the dirt in our lives needs to be mixed up for us to see just how much cleaning we need; sometimes the carpets need to go, and we wouldn't have replaced them if it weren't for the flood damage.
People will come and go and think what they like; let them.
Most of the time they have made up their minds anyways, and any type of convincing will end up being like trying to mix oil and water.
Just as there are those who come and go, seasonal friends let us say, there are those who come and will root you in the most destructive of times and stay with you through the remainder of life.
'Remainder of life' people are the best kind of people; they are the family kind of people.
The waters have taught me to appreciate these people; to love them and never let them go, for they are gold in the midst of a broken rusty world.
Let the healing waters wash over your soul with forgiveness; because it is so much more beautiful to love with forgiveness in your calm heart than hate and negativity and worry in a heart full of raging and unsteady waters.
Let the calm live in your soul.
It's more beautiful that way.
Water can tire you, physically and emotionally.
When you get knocked around enough, it can make you second guess which way is up and which way is down; are you viewing life right anymore? Surely there has to be something wrong with you.
Sometimes water leaves you gasping for air; for a break; for safety.
Not all waters are refreshing and healing or calm and inviting; some are intense and will rock the boat, others aren’t always a clear blue that radiates beauty and positive vibes.
Sometimes the waters can be deceiving; from afar, they look fun, you think maybe that your vibe can calm their spirit. Upon closer observation, you realize that mixing oil and water doesn't always turn out in your favor.
Life isn’t always going to be full of the beautiful blue Cozumel waters and the refreshing Jamaican mountain waterfalls. Sometimes you’re going to jump the waves in Haiti and get a mouthful of salty water, and a headache from the intense sun.
But what is important? To be able to look back on your experiences and be able to say despite the bad, life is still beautiful.
The beautiful thing? That the waters aren’t always going to be rough and only occasionally will they come in with winds and overflow the rivers and allow havoc to arise on and in our lives.
This destruction you see is only temporary; the destruction you feel emotionally is only temporary.
After all, destruction is not always a negative thing; sometimes tearing down a bridge can mean a newer and more sturdy bridge; sometimes the dirt in our lives needs to be mixed up for us to see just how much cleaning we need; sometimes the carpets need to go, and we wouldn't have replaced them if it weren't for the flood damage.
People will come and go and think what they like; let them.
Most of the time they have made up their minds anyways, and any type of convincing will end up being like trying to mix oil and water.
Just as there are those who come and go, seasonal friends let us say, there are those who come and will root you in the most destructive of times and stay with you through the remainder of life.
'Remainder of life' people are the best kind of people; they are the family kind of people.
The waters have taught me to appreciate these people; to love them and never let them go, for they are gold in the midst of a broken rusty world.
Let the healing waters wash over your soul with forgiveness; because it is so much more beautiful to love with forgiveness in your calm heart than hate and negativity and worry in a heart full of raging and unsteady waters.
Let the calm live in your soul.
It's more beautiful that way.
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