The River didn’t just suddenly stop flowing in an instant.

In order for the River to stop flowing, many circumstances, much earlier, from many miles away must have led to this supernatural occurrence.

And yet, in the moment, all I could see was the soggy River bed, and I had no concern of being carried away.

So I crossed.

And I continued my journey.

Many miles, many nights, sleeping under the stars.

Never looking back, only surviving the moment.

Only intent on what was ahead.

But when I reached my destination and contemplated every part of the journey, moments sprang back in full color.

Dots connected and I could peek back behind the tapestry- every stitch and weaving of thread purposed to tell a story on the side everyone would see. The only side considered to be worthy of display.

Yet, how could The Weaver have known from the first thread what would be and how it would be achieved? What vision!

And that’s when I knew the River didn’t just stop.

It was grace and patience. It was foresight and understanding that circumstances build and some things must cease in order to give life to a new thing.

It was was destiny that I must be here today to tell you this story.

The story that began long before my feet came to the edge of a River and I watched the flowing water stand still, as if in honor of my crossing.

The story that is often only told from the front side of the tapestry.

The story that can only be fully understood from the back.