Last fall, I remember a specific day when God just poured over me the idea of being a river. I didn't realize it until the end of the day, but over the course of the afternoon I played a new song I had just heard called "A River Flows in You," sat beside a river for a picnic and read a verse I didn't remember ever hearing after my Bible blew open to Psalm 46:6-7:
"There is a river—its streams delight the city of God, the holy dwelling place of the Most High. God is within her; she will not be toppled. God will help her when the morning dawns."
Unsure of why the concept of being a river was being pounded into my head, I thought about it quite a bit, but then let it fall out of my head again.
For awhile.
Last weekend my mother and I went to a special service at a nearby church that we had never visited before. It was uncomfortable, as some of the people there were very different from us to say the least, but I did feel like we were supposed to be there.
At the end, we were all supposed to line up so that some of the prophets there could pray for us. After they were prayed for, many people were falling out in the presence of the Holy Spirit, trembling uncontrollably, or literally shaking while they lay on the floor.
In the moments just before one of the prophets came up to me, I started to become afraid of what I might do. "God," I silently pleaded, "you would never make me do anything frightening, would you? I know you! You are only good and only wise and I know You. Can't I trust You?"
"Yes," was His reply.
The prophet, his forehead sweaty and his eyes full of fire, looked into my eyes for a moment and smiled. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the worst. Then I heard him speak.
"There is a river—its streams delight the city of God, the holy dwelling place of the Most High. God is within her; she will not be toppled. God will help her when the morning dawns."
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