We rejoice, for the River is here.

Often, in prayer or worship, I see the streets of Los Angeles being washed clean by a river flowing down, the currents of water sweeping away all the trash and dust, leaving a wake of plant life blooming.  Folks standing in their front yards laugh as the water swirls ankle-deep around their feet, washing their feet clean.

And every morning as I walk to work, stepping over puddles, trash, and gapped sidewalk, I can’t help but think that day cannot come soon enough.

~ by Liz on November 1, 2009.