Our oldest son was convinced that our Sunday drive was just too long, "How much longer?" he asked in utter boredom.
"Why are you in despair, O my soul? and why have you become disturbed within me?" (Psalm 42:5)
At least, so sayeth the holy writ. "About an hour...more or less. Just sit back and enjoy the ride," so sayeth his dad.
On the way, we made a quick stop at the small-town candy store fore some hard-core hiking food. I asked the cashier ringing up our gummy worms and gummy planes if she knew where the secret waterfall was in, "these parts."
"Yes," she said. "But it is on private property and you can't go there."
"Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him for the help of His presence." (Psalm 42:6)
Undeterred, off we went into the wild blue yonder to discover the beautiful, hidden cavalcade. According to one blogger, it was one of the "top 12" most scenic waterfalls in all the nation. "Sweet," I thought as our middle son passed me the nearly-completely finished bag of gummy planes.
It was with great anticipation we turned down the road less-traveled upon. We had found it! Our research had led us to this exact spot. We peered over the breath-taking cliff and saw the semi-circular outline of the broad waterfall...just the outline. A string of hot dry days had dried the current to a drip.
"O my God, my soul is in despair within me; therefore I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mizar." (Psalm 42:7)
We had come too far to give up. We would not give up. We had to figure out how to get to the bottom of the falls. "Maybe there is part of it we can't see," my wife said optimistically. We finally found a trail that led to the falls far below. It was shady and cool and green and we imagined an earlier trip to the Pacific Northwest. We could almost hear the roar of the cataract as we stood 20 feet below it on the rocky, dusty, river-bed.
Our two little boys scrambled over the dry boulders and quickly found a "fortress". Our oldest son fell silent, sitting by his mother and father, surely feeling the same disappointment we were. We sipped our water, soaked in the sun, and watched a solitary eagle glide high over head.
"Deep calls to deep at the sound of thy waterfalls; all they breakers and Thy waves have rolled over me." (Psalm 42:7)
Before we left, we made a rock pylon, swam in the lake above the "falls," and promised each other to come back...after some rain. As we headed back to town, our oldest son fell asleep, our youngest son sang a made-up song, and our middle son worked away on some Lego's he had carried along for the ride.
Later that night, during "family devos," our middle son shared with us from Genesis 1:12 on how God created the plants and the trees. Impromptu. Our little one munched on some popcorn while seated on his mommy's lap. Contentus. And our oldest son said, "I know that there wasn't any water, but that was still a pretty fun family adventure." Admiratio.
"The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; and His son will be with me in the night, a prayer to the God of my life." (Psalm 42:8)
That is the promise: God speaks when we are still. Even in the driest places.
Church Stopping: Less Doing. More Being.
First photo from www.sxc.hu #1294473
Above photo by Jennifer Snook
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