The River of Time and the Ocean of Love
Surrendering to the Flow of Divine Love
My heart aches for the countless souls struggling against the strong current in the river of time.
Our fallen flesh, ever rebellious, seeks to reaffirm its independence—to reassure itself of its own control—by clawing upstream. The devil, in his wicked craft, whispers: “Look out for the waterfall up ahead.” In fear, we reach out and cling to the nearest branch that hangs from the tree of temptation. We find solace in the act of holding on. The illusion of our strength confirms our existence, our power—and the pride of fighting upstream sustains us.
At times, the devil deepens the riverbank, digging out quiet eddies and enticing pools where the water slows. We drift into them naturally. And there, in this artificial calm, we find a false rest. He fills these pools with false knowledge and hollow reassurance.
The undiscerning soul lingers too long, sometimes forever—mistaking this false peace for real rest. But the river continues on. It flows past us, toward its fulfillment—the infinite expanse of the Ocean of Love, into which all time and being is meant to empty.
Each moment, the current carries us closer to that great Ocean. In its waters, we are meant to be carried—not to resist. But the fallen soul cannot help but fight. Whether in pride or in fear, we turn away. And the devil tempts us constantly, promising that what we desire lies upstream.
“Just rest here for now,” he says. “Soon you’ll be strong enough to swim back.”
And so we remain in poisoned waters—stagnant, sickened by false beliefs, comforted by the illusion of progress. We do not realize that this rest is death.
But the true battle is not upstream. The true battle is to stop resisting the current—to let go of the branch, to abandon the eddies, to refuse the lie. It is the battle to surrender. To jump into the river fully. To trust that the current of Love will carry us—if only we stop trying to control our own direction.
Do not cling. Do not fear. Do not fight upstream.
Instead, fight to let go. Fight to surrender. Let the river carry you. In the Lord’s hands, we are safe. He will guide us downstream—not without trial, but always with purpose.
Yes, there will be boulders. There will be rapids. Waterfalls even. There will be moments when we feel like we’re drowning, like we can’t catch our breath.
But as we heal—as our souls return to their true buoyancy—we will rise. We will float. We will be carried, effortlessly, by His grace.
There is nothing we need to do but align ourselves with His love. Resist the devil. Defend your soul. And above all, do not turn around.
Let the current take you home.