I see Jesus guiding a wooden raft made of logs down a violent, muddy river. I am on the shore running along trying to give instructions. Once again, Jesus looks over at me and winks.
The falls approach, Laura and the kids are screaming. They think that they are going to die. But, Jesus looks to heaven and whistles. An eagle swoops down and picks everyone up. They are taken up high upon the mountain top. There is riches and wealth and infinite abundance. There is fruit. There is great joy. Flaming swords encircle the camp. Praise to our God!
There are others there too. They dance and sing. Great joy is upon you.
“Trust Me on the rivers of life.”