We took the boat on the Ohio River for our most recent
outing. No big deal, right? Can’t be much different than the Allegheny or Monongahela,
which are the usual paths.
For those unfamiliar with Western Pennsylvania, the
Allegheny and Monongahela Rivers meet in Pittsburgh to form the Ohio River. The
confluence of these three rivers - The Point- is both an important site for
barge traffic and a lovely attraction for water lovers.
Having chosen a launch point directly across from where the
Beaver River joins the Ohio, approximately 25 miles from the Point, we packed a
great lunch and set off. The weather was lovely, the river looked calm, and
there was little traffic. It seemed like a great day for the novice boater - me
- to get some driving and docking experience.
We headed toward the city, knowing the pool would end in ten
miles at the Sewickley lock, but eager for sights we had not seen from the
water. Immediately, I was surprised by the width and depth of the Ohio River. I
have driven along and across the Ohio, so it seemed silly to be startled by what is,
after all, two rivers combined. But looking at
the river and being on the river are
very different experiences.
While the weather conditions were ideal, the water was
choppy…no, CHOPPY! I quickly learned two
lessons: the bumpiness of going upstream is directly proportional to the
breadth and depth and being at the helm makes turbulence more evident.
The journey was fine. We had no trouble, just a bit of
discomfort at times, but were happy to reach the lock and turn around. Heading the other way, the river
was the same, but seemed much calmer. The scenery was the same, but the driver
had much more opportunity to enjoy it.
So a leisurely boat ride becomes a story of life.
At least my life…maybe yours too?
I have been thinking about rounding that bend on the
Allegheny when the Ohio comes into view…about how much fun it is to have a passenger
for whom this view is new.
I have been thinking about how the perspective changes when
traveling a distance on this bigger, swifter river, rather than passing briefly
through it on the way to the Monongahela.
I have been thinking about how life expands in the same way –
sometimes unexpectedly. A gentle ride becomes deeper, faster, potentially
choppier in a flash.
The boat tosses…and sometimes I toss with it.
Maybe that has never happened to you?
I have been thinking about the incredible difference between
upstream and downstream.
There are necessary journeys in this life, pools of water we
must travel. Sometimes, it seems the path is absolutely upstream with no way
around that.
It’s certainly true that if your boat launch is in
Cincinnati and you want to go to Pittsburgh, upstream is the only way.
I have been thinking about my proclivity to make journeys
upstream when they don’t need to be.
Maybe you don’t do that?
I have been about the nature and character of God, and about
my faith. Do I believe that all things work together for good
?
Do I believe suffering produces patience which produces character which produces
hope that never fails
?
Do I believe it is even possible to count all my troubles as joy
?
Do I?
Do you?
It has taken many years and many heartaches and much
surrender to learn this: Everything I want, everything good is downstream. By
design.
I don’t believe God is a cruel captain who forces us to
travel upstream. I believe He is more of a white water guide. The way is not
smooth. There are lots of rocks. Big ones. Dangerous ones. And whirlpools and
fast currents. The vessel is a
two-person kayak. Me and God. It works best if he leads and I listen for
direction. Our path is downstream.
You might argue and say I don’t know your journey. You’re
right. But I know mine.
You might say you have made many journeys fighting the
current. I know. I have too.
You might not like it when I say it was my choice, and
probably yours as well.
You might scream, “How HOW HOW was it my choice??”
Hear these words from Isaiah 55:
The Lord says,
“My thoughts are not like your thoughts. Your ways are not like my ways.
Just
as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than
your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.
Rain and snow
fall from the sky and don’t return without watering the ground.
They cause the plants to
sprout and grow, making seeds for the farmer and bread for
the people.
The same thing
is true of the words I speak. They will not return to me empty.
They make the things happen
that I want to happen, and they succeed in doing what I send them to do.
Is there anything about those words that sounds “upstream”?
Everything I want, everything good is downstream. Everything.
But God will let me go upstream. He will let me turn the
boat around and paddle in futility. He allow me to furiously paddle in one direction
until I am spinning in place.
His ways are downstream. Not always
smooth. But always downstream.
His thoughts point downstream. Not
without storms and tears. But always downstream.
I can choose for my ways and
thoughts to be aligned with His or to be upstream. My choice.
I have been making a new habit of
thinking about what I am thinking about and asking myself, “Upstream or
downstream?”
It might sound odd, but let it
roll round in your head for a bit.
Picture a river with rapids. Then examine
your thoughts. Upstream or downstream?
And know this – everything you
want is downstream.
We will talk more about this soon.
In the meantime, I would be honored to hear your thoughts.
BP
Beth Painter is, among many other things, a writer and motivational speaker. You can follow her on Facebook on the “Think Big focus small” page.
Beth is available to speak to your group about how to make your dreams and desires come to life!
