The Ice Filled Valley

I’m not quite sure what compelled me on a day like today, 20 degrees, to go out.
But there was something about this ice filled valley that compelled me
Something about this life in apparent death
Something about how life can come out of death

That branches are willing to sway and move to a rhythm dictated by the wind
And how they really almost whisper a secret
The secret that there is a river running through this valley, this ice filled valley.

And perhaps the builders of the damn that collapsed almost 70 years ago
They should have taken note that this life, in this valley, is quite powerful.

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You numbered the houses of Jerusalem, tearing some down to strengthen the wall;you made a reservoir between the two walls for the water of the old pool. But you did not look to the city's Maker, nor did you consider him who built it long ago.

-ISAIAH 22:10-11

A valley is a reminder that a river has flown for thousands of years to make the very path which God wishes the water to continue in. Perhaps we recognize even more of God's power and might in the valley.

JG