I am walking along the river. I used to walk along here everyday. Back when my life was in pieces. Supposedly, the river is never the same twice. The water’s transformation makes me think about the theory (or fact?) that skin cells shed in such a way that every 7 years your entire body is renewed. 

I wonder if it’s true. 

December 23, 2018, 7 years ago, my divorce was 3 weeks old. When I walked along the river then, I had no idea what my future was going to look like. I couldn’t really imagine how I could possibly rebuild my life. But I did. One skin cell at a time. 

Walking along the river today, the water is perceptively still. But I know that underneath the surface, the current moves, awaiting a westerly wind. The logs and rocks and debris that jet up from the surface will not be there tomorrow. 

This is why having faith makes such a difference. That which seems impossible to navigate today will be downstream tomorrow. Just wait. You’ll see. This too, shall pass.