May 28th Papa took me to a river and spoke to me about trust, worship, and being. That day began a new song of worship for me -- the song of the river. Now on July 5th, the 3 year anniversary of my husband Dave's death, it seems fitting to begin this blog and share some of the new melody that is coming through photos and words.

I said, "What does living look like? Maybe it looks like a river flowing. Just simply flowing. Going and moving to the next place. Occupying space as it moves. Constantly moving in ease. Making the sound that water makes as it moves. Pooling quietly sometimes. Whirling. Gurgling. Rushing. Resting."

Papa said, "All the questions you ask of Me, I have answers for. But I won't give you the answers all at one time. There's a process of discovery -- of journeying. Of worshiping as you wrestle. There is a river that makes My city glad. Rejoice and be glad. Because wherever the river flows, everything will live. Be that river that flows from My throne. Worship Me at My throne, then flow swiftly and freely to others. I've create you to be immersed in Me. Choose right now to live and love."

I choose to live life here and now.