The River
My Testimony: The River and the Flow That Leads Me
There is a river that runs through my life—not one I’ve walked beside in the natural, but one I’ve seen in the Spirit. It flows through my dreams, my prayers, my inner visions. And most recently, it flows beside my new dwelling place—Dimatulang Creek—a quiet reminder that what God shows me in the spirit realm always finds reflection in the natural.
The river has become one of the Lord’s most consistent languages with me. I’ve seen it crystal clear, rushing, gentle, or thunderous. Each time, it carries something new: cleansing, direction, restoration, or movement. Sometimes I dream I am walking beside it. Sometimes, I’m crossing it. Other times, I find myself immersed, carried by its current to places I’ve never been before.
“There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God…” (Psalm 46:4)
This verse has never been more personal. Because I have learned that the river doesn’t just symbolize the Holy Spirit—it symbolizes the flow of my calling.
I don’t strive to make things happen. I have learned to flow. I’ve seen how the Lord leads not with pressure, but with current. How He cleanses not with force, but with presence.
In my early walk, I tried to control everything: outcomes, timelines, even the pace of my healing. But rivers don’t bend to our urgency. They move by rhythm, and in that rhythm, I began to learn trust.
I remember walking by Dimatulang Creek shortly after moving into my new boarding house. The timing wasn’t just practical—it was prophetic. That small body of water became a confirmation that I was now living beside the very symbol God had shown me in the spirit: a river of transition and commission.
“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you…” (Isaiah 43:2)
This river is not just mine. It’s God’s pathway through me—a channel for healing, writing, revelation, and intercession. Sometimes it rushes. Sometimes it waits. But it always flows.
And I have decided: I will flow with it.
Not ahead. Not behind. But with.
I am a daughter of the river—planted on its banks, refreshed in its depths, and carried where only His current can take me.