I love the great and mighty Ohio River. It has been a source of inspiration since my youth and even to this day.
I am not going to try to make you think that I have it all together. Life sometimes comes at me too fast . There is a very special place where I go to get off grid. I go to be alone with my own thoughts . It is where I head when my head hurts and I am trying to untangle my mind. There is where I meditate and pray.
I often joke that when I go down there I sit on a bucket and stare out over the river at Kentucky. I try to count my blessings instead of my problems.I always try to cheer myself up and what always works is I thank God that I am not a Kentuckian!
That old river has been a great river has been one of my cherished mentors for years. It seems that I learn things about myself and life as I reflect upon its beauty. I could write a book about the things that it has taught me. I hope to do just that someday and perhaps share more riparian lessons if God allows.
I have my camera with me and have taken hundreds of pictures of it over the years . I see people do the same all the time. They take these pictures home and show friends and family of the river the Iroquois indians called "Oyo". that mean not a beautiful rive but the beautiful river. If we think about all the rivers they saw in their travels , that is quite a compliment to her!
One day as i was deep in thought and prayer 'the Lord gave me something I wish to share. I doubt if anyone every took a picture of the river banks and thought about how awesome they look. They like many things in our lives are taken for granted. Yet, do not they give shape to this awesome river and allow if to do its thing.
As I sat here that day I thought about my childhood town of Bristow. The many men and women who influenced me and are apart of me. Some taught me what was right and true and others what not to do but all of them as teachers unknowingly preached with their lives.
I thought of all my teachers and coaches over the years. They would prepare me and later sent me on up higher in the state for higher learning. I had professors who pushed me and taught me to think . I thank God for all of the preachers whose words touched my life, and kept me grounded in my faith.
I am so blessed to have grown up in such a beautiful place. My dad had to spend two and a half hours a day in a car to allow us to live in Perry County. A few times over the years they thought about about moving to Newbugh . It would have changed the course of my life. I was young and had no clue what he did for 31 years as to allow us to grow up in" God's Country".
My mom worked and sold worldbooks and Avon on the side to make ends meet and help withmy college expenses . She was the spiritual pillar in our family and made she we were in Gods house every Sunday. If I ever help anyone with my speaking or writing it flows back to my mom and is a part of her fruit.
But wait there is more! There is someone I think about and thank because everything has been by His mighty hand. God made this river! He also made all those I love and care about. He made all those who help to make me and shape me and allowed our paths to cross.
I hope this caused you to stop and think. Iknow some of those who you would like to thank has passed on. God is still on the throne! You can thank him for them and their influence in your life. While you are at it , ask him to bring others in your life to help you find you way. Better yet, ask him to let you be a source of hope and support to others.
If you do this for the right reasons, he will respond to this type of prayer. You can bank on it!
The river has great wisdom and whispers it's secrets to the hearts of men. Mark Twain
What makes a river so restful to people is that it doesn't have any doubt it is sure to get where it's poing , and it doesn't want to go anywhere else.
No man ever steps in the same river twice,for it is not the same river and he is not the same man .
We must begin thinking like a river if we are to leave a legacy of beauty and life for future generations.