Rhema and I studied waterfalls – the science of waterfall formation, types of waterfalls, famous waterfalls. All of this in preparation for the day our family would hike with a small group to Auger Falls in the Adirondacks.
It was a beautiful day for a hike. We struggled to keep Rhema walking, moving in the right direction, and staying in the appropriate areas. I wasn’t sure if we were brave to have attempted the excursion or just plain foolish.
But we made it to the waterfall. We learned that Auger Falls got its name for its resemblance to the corkscrew shape of a drill bit. Sounded like my insides, my heart all spiral-y and twisted. The Falls were a great sight, but I was distracted. Distracted about Rhema’s safety and how hard it was and so much sadness in the world and things going on back home and…
Alexis, one of our guides pulled out her Bible and read Psalm 29.
“Rhema,” I whispered loudly. “We studied that Psalm and now she’s reading it here at the waterfall!”
“Ascribe to the Lord glory and strength.
Ascribe to the Lord the glory due his name;
worship the Lord in the splendor of his holiness.
The voice of the Lord is over the waters;
the God of glory thunders,
the Lord thunders over the mighty waters.
The voice of the Lord is powerful;
the voice of the Lord is majestic.”
Our group continued hiking along the river, but Rhema could not continue. We went back the way we had come, accompanied by a guide.
Back at our cabin I asked her thoughts on the Falls, and she spelled this on her letter board:
“I loved seeing the waterfalls especially when we approached the area beside the trees.
It was so lovely to my senses.
I will not have mediocre thoughts about God again.
I am truly thankful for the experience.”