Spirit HUG

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Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfalls...

Camping with my friends brought me a sense of loneliness. A yearning for connection. It was paradoxical, because we were good companions. Spiritual brothers and sisters even. We confided our highs and lows with one another and sincerely cared about each other.


Yet I wanted something deeper, even more intimate, than that. I felt myself almost panting with thirst to be embraced in a way that touched my innermost parts and satisfied my soul. Little did I know, my desire was about to be met.


We had hiked to several waterfalls, none as large as the ones in Yosemite. So I was surprised to find myself in complete awe at Koosah, a modest-sized waterfall. We were walking on the trail, looking down at it.


My friend Nick veered off the path and climbed down the steep, wet bank leading to the fall’s base. I looked at Ingrid and Austin, who shrugged their shoulders.



"I'm going too," I said, and began descending the bank.


It was so steep, I had to crawl backwards, grasping the roots and vines which jutted from the earth. I climbed about two-thirds of the way down and then stood behind a tree.


The moss-covered branches of the tree created a beautiful frame for the wondrous scene before me. A wide, white veil of water plunged 90 feet over a natural lava dam, dropping into a deep pool of water so stunningly blue it looked neon. Walls of moss-covered rock enclosed the waterfall from each side, creating a green cove. 


I stood there for a long while, watching the thick cascade, strong and soothing. Though its rushing water was fast and loud, it was restful and anything but hurried. Gradually, it worked its peace into me, slowly loosening all my tension, steadily making its way inside me, until I felt ready for total surrender. 


"Talk to me," I whispered. "I'm listening."


And then I felt Him speak. "Netalie, dü best waut besondret. Werklijch. Uk wan dü nijch koake kaunst."


The words were deeply comforting and not at all what I expected. I stood still, staring at the waterfall, soaking in the words as much as the view. He was reassuring me and calling me to communion.



"Deep calls to deep at the sound of Your waterfall," I whispered. "You will command Your love over me in the daytime and Your song will be with me in the night.” The feeling of the words from Psalm 42 penetrated inside me.


"NATALIE! YOU HAVE TO COME DOWN HERE!" I looked down at Nick, who had climbed all the way to the bottom. "IT'S WORTH IT!" he shouted. 


It was even steeper and wetter below me, so Nick stood under me as I carefully climbed down. 


At the bottom I found myself in a fairyland, surrounded by moss so thick I could claw my whole hand in it. I securely gripped into it as I walked on the slippery rocks, closer to the waterfall. 


It was a sensory experience on all accounts. Mist on my hair and skin. Fresh, organic smells. Moss so vibrantly green, it looked unreal. Powerful sounds of fast-flowing water. Inside the cove I could hear not only the waterfall, but also the streams of water rushing from the side rocks.


And there was the taste of cold, clear water. I put my sunburnt face under a stream and let it pour, as I drank and drank. Water moved all around me, fast and full, thrilling my soul. I felt completely alive to the moment. 


I shouted, "Jesus, you are my living water! I will give anything up for you! All I want is you!" My words were barely audible over the roaring water. I was free to jubilate as loudly as I wanted.


I was soaking in the moment. Soaking it deep in my soul. If I were alone, I would have stayed there for hours.


But Ingrid and Austin were waiting and it was time to make our way back to the trail. I climbed back up the bank, gratefully grasping the natural ladder of roots and vines.


As I climbed the last stretch, almost to the top, I saw a passerby on the trail above. He was staring down at me.


My face was wet and glowing, having just met God.


Submitted: June 13, 2020

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Yes, please share with me, the words of the Master to your heart! I feel connected from afar and blessed by the Spirit in your smile!

Fri, September 4th, 2020 11:23pm

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