Bliss loves all things “fountains” – sprinklers, actual fountains, waterfalls. She does not love storms. Last week’s thunderstorms were a trifecta of frustration here: they woke up the sleeping visitor baby, prevented the preschooler from sleeping, and scared the daylights out of the visitor-dog. OY. We really needed Jesus to step in with some “peace! be still!” though I was happy to settle for an early end to the day from LS.
So, I was entertained by the juxtaposition of yesterday’s storm story with the hymn “I’ve got joy like a fountain.” Water is so complicated. Even more complicated, or at least layered perhaps, is the verse about rivers.
Rivers aren’t what I think of as peaceful. The thing that makes it a river is movement – sometimes even rapids. Some people think thats fun, I guess, and more power to them. So what is peace like a river? Peace that keeps on going, past rocks and sticks and cliffs, maybe. Peace that is about flowing instead of sitting. Peace that can be a wild ride. I’m not sure I want that. Maybe that’s a sign that its part of the peace of God.
I’ve got peace like a river…