There was a girl who would steal away to meet God under star-cloud skies, passing hours on the frozen ground with nothing but a sparkling veil between them.
And when the stars were not out, the girl would find that her Friend walked with her anyway, as constant as her breath, even when her running took her far from home, even when she ran faster than she should. God chased along with her and constantly caught her when she fell.
Then one day, God asked His girl, “Why are you running so?”
“I don’t know,” she answered with weary tears. “I just want to bring Your goodness to all this broken world around me. I want to heal and comfort and give life. I just don’t know where to go or what to do.”
The Good God smiled, and it lit up the girl’s heart like the first time she met Him. “Aye, my girl, this is the work for which I have made you. But don’t you know that doing work like this apart from Me is in vain? It will only deplete you of strength and achieve nothing that lasts.”
It took time to convince the girl to trust Him. She saw the truth in His words every time her striving yielded emptiness. Her God patiently waited until she ran out of breath and stopped. She didn’t know what to do with her feet or legs or hands, or self. So she lifted her face to the sky.
The stars crackled dazzling in clusters right above her head, stretching out to the fringes of the horizon — she had been going too fast to see them. The ache of all those nights out in God’s wintry throne room tore through her, and the tears that only come with surrender poured out.
The tears flowed and flowed until the girl began to flow too. She felt her God turing her into water, and she saw the mystery-miracle plain as the answer she’d ran searching for all her life. Everything rigid was becoming liquid. It was all unstructured and unpredictable — messy just like her. It was terrifying and suddenly wonderful. She was elemental. Everything in her simplified.
“There you are!” whispered God Divine. “Now I can finally use you to do My good work — to heal and comfort and bring life where death clutches.”
And the girl poured over all the parched earth around her, a waterfall graceful and strong. She flowed to all the depressions in the land, every crack and canyon. She no longer had to worry about where she should go. She was water. She was her truest self and therefore filled the spaces around her as they opened gaping. And her God? He was right with her still, joyously reclaiming the desert places with His Life — using His waterfall girl to heal the cracked earth, to comfort the outcast and desperately thirsty, and to make new life spring forth all around.
For thus says the Lord God,
the Holy One of Israel,
“In returning and rest you shall be saved;
in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.”
— Isaiah 30:15