Waterfall

  Your life is flowing perfectly down stream, a crystal clear example of tranquility, serendipities skipping through the water, joy pounding over the rocks.
  It's all good and beautiful and just the way you wanted it.
  The sun is setting. It dresses your stream in golden hues, and the gurgling water bubbling over the rocks is a siren call to forget your worries and come and play in the cleansing stream that washes lovingly over your body.
  You inhale a deep breath and take the plunge, shedding your clothes and exposing yourself to the last few rays of the sun that kiss your goose-pimply arm. You're vulnerable, but it's alright. Because you trust the stream that's swirling over you, carrying you and your life and your future along with it.
  Eyes closed, you submerge yourself completely in the water, blowing bubbles through your nose.  
  You're laughing, humming, dreaming to yourself. All is right.
  Pounding.
  Your eyes snap open.
  Pounding.
  What?
  Pounding as loud as thunder fills your brain and shakes your body to its very core.
  You're rushed, swirling, tossed over the rocks, bubbles surround, your eyes are torn open and held there, what's going on because you don't know, and you just want it to stop so you can catch your breath, you just want it to go back to what it was before, and you're numb because your body won't respond, and it's all a bad dream and.
  Then it's over. You've been swept through the waterfall and down its arms into its heart.
  And now you lie on the rocks, stunned. Breath knocked out of you, all sense of direction gone, looking for reason and sense and who on earth thought it would be a good idea to place a freaking waterfall in the middle of your happy little stream.
  But the hard part. The part you have to accept. Is that you know who put the waterfall there. It was Him. And as much as you don't want to admit it, you know why.
  It's because so often we start to depend on ourselves when life gets easy. Because so often we can forget that we need Him. Because so often it all goes wrong just when it's all going right.
  Isn't it sad that it takes a waterfall to interrupt us and send us rushing back to Him?