Dry waterfall

Its actually a reply to a post from my dear friend and his thoughts on it made me think. I love it. I love when something or someone provokes me to think. And Im not meaning a negative provocation.

I loved that comparison that he made. Dry waterfall - a part of a life cycle when pleasures, love and happiness seem to disappear through the cracks in the ground and leave the riverbed barren and dry. Dryspells that last for long. Desert in your throat, heart yearning for something that you thought was permanent but what still disappeared like a mirage in a Sahara.

It got me thinking about my own life. And about possible differences from his way of looking at his own life. I started thinking about my own dryspells. Have I really had any? Probably. Do I see them as complete droughts? No. I view my life, my story ( stress on the word view, since I refuse to bow down to the hits I get from life) as a river that sometimes swells up to size of the river Nile, sometimes dries smaller, at times really small, leaving only a trickle. But It never dries. Never. I refuse to let it be so. As soon as I see that the rain has stopped, creeks that fed it have dried, I get into action and I have always managed to keep that little trickle flowing. Maybe the life has been kind to me, maybe Im just lucky but I dont count that as my doing, someone up there has kept me in the hollow of His hand and assured me that the water will come. He has made my river to be fed by many creeks and He never lets them all dry at once. And I guess that is something that has always kept me as I am, kept me going.

Hold on my friend, water is on its way!