At The River's Edge...Wading or Waiting

It's a hot and sticky day... sweat is dripping it's tickly drip down the back of my neck.  I long for a cool breeze, but it is off to another place.  The sun is beating, it's hard to think through the haze.

In the opening, just up ahead - YES, the river.

I waltz to the edge, loose my feet from their wear and dip toes into refreshing water.  It sends it's power from toe tips to the top of my head - how does it do that?  Aaahhhh....

Wading in the river's comfort on a hot day fills me with the rejuvenation that my body desires.

Waiting for life to give its refreshing is very different from this wading.  Waiting is waiting.  Wading is doing.

There is a time to wait.  But even in the waiting, I must venture in action in the wading.  Seizing the refreshing that is in the river, because it's there and available and calling to me.