we hopped the fence down the path to the gorges by my dorm. it had just finished raining, so the river was raging -- crashing down the rocks, piercing its way through into the emptying lake. we stopped at a point near the bottom, right where we almost feel the water bouncing back from the rocks.
it was loud yet calm at the same time.
God kept whispering, This is what grace in your life looks like right now.
it's a raging river that tears apart all pride and rooted sin and filth.
but always back to Him.