I love water. I miss the sea. Back in the Netherlands I would love to just jump on a train, go to the beach and simply walk beside the sea for an hour. When I lived in Spain, a 20-minute subway ride would drop you right at the magnificent cliffs of the golf of Bizkaia. When I moved to Germany later that year, there was this calm beautiful lake close by where I would go running a couple times a week. I consider water my friend. My hiding place. Where my thoughts can wander freely and my soul finds rest.
And yet. It’s an enemy for so many people around the world too. When I read the news this morning before work, about that hydrogen bomb that North Korea seems to have. Or last week about the hurricane flooding Houston. And the floods in South Asia affected even more people. We can have entire discussion on media coverage, however that’s not the point I want to make today. I just wanted to acknowledge that it sometimes really gets to me. That the world is drowning. Literally.
And then my kitchen floods after a heavy thunderstorm in the middle of the night. But that doesn’t really matter, because I still have a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in. I don’t know what it is to lose your home because of water. To lose your livelihood, your income, your village, your city streets and loved ones to the water. I don’t really know what it is to be so poor that you have to buy a piece a land that you know will flood next rainy season. Or live in country where your government thinks that emergency aid is easier than investing in a proper water defense system (or whatever you may call that. I am definitely not an engineer.)
So what do we do? Just keep swimming? But then this world isn’t a Finding Dory animation movie. It’s real and people are dying. Sometimes I find it frustrating how little that bothers me. Even though I know there isn’t too much I can do.
The only thing I can do, is kneel and mop my kitchen floor. And while I do that, is pray for those that don’t have a kitchen floor to mop anymore. As I am writing this, a song comes by on my Spotify playlist. It’s a promise. The whisper in my heart telling me “listen to these words, girl. I’m playing them tonight, especially for you to hear.”
“When you walk through the water. I will be with you.
When you pass through the river. Those waves will not overtake you.
When you walk on the fire. The flames will not touch you.
You are Mine.”
And that, my beloved reader, whoever you are and wherever you are in life, is enough.