I asked the Holy Spirit, “Where do You want to go this morning?

“The mountains.”

“Let’s go, You lead,” I said.

Pictures of different mountain streams and river scenes from my past flash on my inner screen.  The stream at Highlands Lake, in California. The Mercy river in Colorado, the Stanislaus River at Big Trees, the creek at Wheeler’s Hot Springs.  The river we visited at a church camp in northern California.  The river in Guatemala.  And the deep, swift river in southern Missouri we camped beside.

Then I see the Lord making His way over boulders down to the Stanislaus River.  The sun is hot.  It’s midday.  He lies down, face up, spread eagle on a huge boulder next to the river.

I walk up and lie down beside Him.  The rush and tumble of the water is deafening, but our eyes are on the heavens watching a hawk swoop and soar with smaller birds diving at him.

“Close your eyes and take in the sound and the heat.  Feel the unmovable rock under you. In the world, there are many days when the sound is deafening and the heat presses in with circumstances appearing to have no answer. 

‘When these days come, lie down, look up, and soar with the eagle and hawks, even as you feel the unmovable Rock of My presence beneath you.  Rest and allow the press of heated circumstances to become a ministry of discovery, as I teach you how to rest in the midst of battle.

“I can do all things through a yielded Bride.  Lie down and yield to Me.  Cast all your care on Me.  I am ever leading you in triumph..”