Back in Seattle, we hooked up with fellow Groovies for a wedding celebration (Ted's daughter) and a ball game (Giants lost against the Mariners).
It was great fun and after saying our goodbyes, with Tor on the dashboard, my husband and I turned our car away from the coast and headed inland to a vastly different world. A world of fields rather than cities. A world of farmers, cowboys and wine makers.
It got me to thinking about opposites. About man made and earth made. Day and night. Black and white. Hot and cold. Ying and yang. Up and down. Wet and dry. Man and woman. Win and lose. Run and stand. Back and forth. Good and evil. Heaven and hell.It got me to thinking about the transition between one end of the spectrum and the other.
It got me to thinking about water. Globe-covering oceans. Waves lapping at the lake shore. A lazing floating river. The roar of the rapids. A trickling brook. The splashing fountain in my backyard. Raindrops against the window. Flash floods and unexpected storms. Hurricanes and floods. Parched land. Thirsty children.
Water. Life-giving when appropriately abundant. Life-threatening when over abundant or woefully lacking.
I am thankful for a God who knows exactly what I need. He knows I need the life-giving water of salvation through Jesus. He knows I need a daily trip to His well for my portion of living waters that flow with His mercy and grace. He knows that I need to be quenched by His Word so that I don't drown in the storms of my own sin or lie parched in the desert of my own making.
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