Rain and Rivers

          This is not a good day to sing "Peace Like a River."  After an all night downpour the benign creek that cuts through CampHOPEforKids has become a raging river--nothing peaceful about it.
          It has encroached into the low tree line claiming territory that the saplings had thought to be their own.  Now those little trees have only their top branches lifted above the muddy swell.
          The creek's volume has raised  from a hushed trickle to a deafening roar.  It's whole personality has changed.  Once it was gentle; now it is aggressive and threatening.  The transformation took only a few hours.
          Swollen waters lap at the door of the oar and life vest shelter.  The floating dock is askew and our canoes hang on by tethers stretched taut.  It will be interesting to see whether the flood abates as swiftly as the creek was engorged.  The evident power is daunting.

Psalm 72:8                                                                                                                                           May he rule from sea to sea and from the River to the ends of the earth.