“Everything changes and nothing stands still.” – Heraclitus
When I was a teenager, my family would often drive up to the northeast corner of Oklahoma to go canoeing. It was always early in the morning when the dew was thick on the leaves. The cool crisp air would be slowly warming to the rising sun. We would grab our paddles and slide our boat into the river. I should probably put quotes around “river” as there were times during the hot and dry springs that these were more like tiny creeks or streams. In any case, you never knew what you would find. Parts of the journey would be peaceful, quiet and serene. The water would become still like a mirror. You could hear your own breathing and the birds chirping in the distance. There was very little effort needed to keep going forward. You could sit back and rest, soaking in the quiet peacefulness as the canoe glided by itself through the smooth silvery surface of the deep.
Then it would happen. A distant roar would begin to break the silence. “Rapids ahead!” someone would yell to wake up the crew. The growing growl soon was accompanied by the sound of churning and splashing water. The noise became real. The white mist and foam of the rapids was upon us. My heart began to beat faster as the speed of the canoe accelerated toward the sound. Scrape! The shallowing speeding water suddenly exposed rocks and gravel that grabbed at the bottom of the canoe. It would veer to the left, then to the right as it collided with the relentless currents and moss covered rocks. “Paddle!” Adrenaline was high as we paddled to steer clear of the obstacles that would quickly flip or split the canoe. About the time we navigated the last biggest challenge we would round the bend to see a fallen tree blocking our passage. What do you do?! Around it, over it or under it? Most of the time we managed to go around it with vigorous paddling, but there was a time or two where we decided to see how much of the river we could fit in the canoe to ride with us. In any case, it would soon be over. Down the stream we would go. Soon the sound of the rapids would begin to fade behind us as the river smoothed out again. Breathe. Relax. We made it!
Change is the current of life. We never know what we will encounter. There will be unexpected events. Moments of bliss and joy will land on us like dew. At other times, the noise of the rapids will demand our fast action. We will encounter obstacles, scrapes, opportunities, turns and bends that may even tip us over at times. Don’t fear, we can do this! Grab your oar and begin to navigate the stream. The future is just up ahead! Let’s make it what we want it to be. Keep moving forward! It’s time to paddle.