I am spending this afternoon next to the Rogue River, just west of the entrance to Crater Lake National Park. And I am really happy about it. There are a few reasons why. First of all, we have crossed the border into Oregon, which is an exciting thing for both David and I. For David, it is feeling more and more like home as we enter the North West. We spent last night being lulled to sleep by the rushing of a river, which he tells me is for him, what falling asleep listening to the ocean is for me. It is a peaceful sound, a constant sound, a comfort.
Also David is happy to be in Oregon because it means that we are not in California anymore, and apparently Montanans have a natural propensity to dislike California.
For me this river is a comfort as well. My dad’s parents lived outside Portland for many years during my childhood, so I spent many summers exploring woods just like these that I sit in today. One summer my Nana organized a week long family rafting trip down this very river. Traveling down the Rogue with all the people I loved was one of my happiest childhood memories, so sitting beside it again makes me smile every few minutes as I recall fond memories.
Now that I am an adult it is good to know that this river is still here; to know that those things actually happened. Though the water that carried us down the Rogue has long since joined the salty waters of the Pacific, there is new water here. New water, same river. Same path cutting through ancient ground; ever changing with it’s incessant march forward, yet comforting in the constancy of it’s flow.
John Muir said (we’ve been to 12 National Parks so far, so I have a lot f John Muir quotes in my head), “Nature is never and always the same.” As I am watching this river, I think this could be how life with God is as well; dynamic, always shifting, affected by changes in our surroundings, and yet governed and directed by God’s principles that are true and stand every test of time.
Life with Christ is never and always the same. Constantly we move with the current of God’s direction, unsure if the next bend holds bumpy rides and heart-sinking drops, or gentle stretches of calm water. And yet, on this ancient path, God’s character and His Word are what is always the same, and He is guiding us deep into His heart, and eventually to a vast ocean of True Life with Him.
Update time:
We had a great last couple weeks in California! There was some time for us to play (exploring the Northern California coast, experiencing San Fransisco with old friends and some family, and a childhood dream of David’s… an A’s game in Oakland!). And there were some divine appointments as I got to share at 2 churches in the Bay Area. God showed up and touched hearts! It was amazing to be a part of. We have the next string of Sundays booked as we move quickly through the Pacific North West in order to make it through Montana before the snow does. This weekend we spent with a friend from Maui days, and I sang in her church this morning in Eagle Point, OR. Next Sunday we’ll be in Seattle at a church of some old friends from Minneapolis days. The next weekend I’ll be sharing in Spokane, WA at a church of a friend of David’s. And that puts us back in Montana where we are still discussing our route and such, but we know we are excited to meet our newest nephew, Benjamin and reconnect with David’s family.