Three weeks ago, Ed and I were in the Canaan Valley area of West Virginia. There is a lot of water in the mountains and valleys of Appalachia. Small springs turn into brooks that turn into streams that turn into raging rivers, only to be added to from mountain runoff.
After seven days and nights of on and off rain, we ventured to Blackwater Falls. Still dreary, the leaves would be saturated with color and the Blackwater River would be in full force. The roaring from the turbulent waters rapidly, helplessly free-falling from 50-foot drop off can be heard long before they can be seen from the moment one exits their car. To see it is hypnotizing…you cannot look away. The falling water then twists and turns along an eight mile gorge.
The power overwhelms the senses as you travel the boardwalk and steps closer and you begin to feel the mist lightly land on your arms and face, and if you are not careful, your camera. You forget there are those around you, as its mighty force draws you in.
Water is essential for sustaining life, and yet, too much of it will leave carnage in its wake. Three years ago it was Hurricane Sandy that paralyzed the east coast. Who can forget the devastation of New Orleans prompted by Hurricane Katrina?
“Water is powerful. It can wash away earth,
put out fire, and even destroy iron.” – Arthur Golden
In the spiritual realm, fear, doubt, stress, and self-pity can overcome me like water, tossing me about with nothing to hold on to at the mercy of this massive power. But just as Peter did when he began to sink as he watched the water and waves below, keeping my eyes on Jesus becomes my anchor. Peace be still.