A Meandering Stream
Have you ever thought about a stream slowly meandering
through a misty meadow?
Life is sometimes like this, where we flow along taking the
bends of the stream in stride…never really getting out of
control…but never really getting anywhere either..
There are times where the world comes at us quickly, the rushing
currents forcing us through rocky obstacles and safe
navigation becomes a priority…
Nature has a habit of resting when faced with these rushing
currents…where energy is replenished and the overwhelming
path ahead recedes from the forefront…
The streams of our lives are there to teach us something…if we
just flow by…we will get by…
But if we welcome the rocky obstacles before us…we will always
be exploring our destiny.
Copyright © Jim Smither | Year Posted 2016
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