The River

There once was a man that on a regular basis enjoyed taking walks through the woods, well one day as he ventured, a glimmer caught his eye. He looked in the direction and headed that way, when arriving he noticed a river. He was puzzled because, he had walked this path a hundred times, yet today something caught his attention and drew him in. Standing on the shore he could see all of the life that flowed beneath the water. He could also tell that others had stood on the shore before, but none seemed to dare to step into the water. How could he tell, because the foot prints were only on the shore line, none were by the rivers edge. He turned to walk away, but something seemed to make him want to stay there, it was as if this was where he belonged. That night while in the bed, he kept thinking of that river and the beauty that showed forth from below the surface and the smell of the honey suckle bushes that grew near it. At work the same thoughts plagued his mind, so much so that he got off early to go to the shore to inhale the honey suckle fragrance and gaze at the water. Suddenly he felt drawn to step in, and explore what was not seen with the natural eye, but could only be experienced by stepping in and going beyond the surface. A small part of him was content with standing on the shore, but a greater portion of him wanted to know what was in the deep. His shoes came off as he moved closer, he was amazed at how good the water felt, so he walked in deeper and as the water rose from ankle to thigh to waste, his eyes closed and reopened when submerged in the water. So much life was under the surface, so much to see, even more than on the surface. He seemed to be able to breath under the water, being overcome with emotion he touched this and he touched that, dreading to go back to the surface, but he did. As he emerged he felt sorry for all those that were willing only to gaze at the surface, but never willing to go deeper. As he swam back to the shore, tears feel as he gazed at the foot prints of the shore dwellers, laughter flowed, as he yelled, boy you don't no what you missed. As he bid good bye, to the river, he wanted to know who owned this land were the river was and if no one owned it how much would it cost to possess the land. He found that no one owned it, but GOD. So he said, GOD this most be your gift to me, and GOD replied it is, and all you have to do to possess it is be willing to build here and maintain the land around it. The man vowed to GOD to build and to maintain, GOD with a smile replied to the man well son possess the land, for you have found a good thing. The key thing to know is that often we travel down familiar paths never seeing anything new, but then out of no where GOD causes something to catch your attention. The river was always there, but she had to be patient because though many admired her from a distance, GOD sent one that not only stepped into her, but was welling to build and maintain so as to always be by her side and in her life. (You feel me)?

Some of you represent the traveler and others represent the river. I say to you travelers keep your eyes open and to you that are the river, be patient GOD will send the right person that will truly recognize who you are.

I remain Titus Peace and Blessings