Meandering

I love Oakley Creek, and we walk along it frequently. In recent wet weks it has been fairly thunderous, often overflowing its usual boundries - far different from the gentle creek we enjoyed last summer. Even when it is out of sight we can hear it, swelled by the frequent if short lived Auckland downpours.
There is one section where it twists and turns dramatically, before regaining its original course - I wonder if one day it will simply cut a path straight through the slowly eroding bank - though I hope not.
In some ways our first twelve months in New Zealand have been a time of meandering, rather than the torrential impact I imagined we'd be having by now. A time to assess, take stock, be quiet, settle, pray and plan. But I pray that the time when the Gospel and the love of Jesus will be flooding unstoppably across this land is not too far away - and I long to gain a deeper understanding of what Church Army's part in that will be. There is a time for meandering, but Lord, may it soon be done.