This year Lake Ontario reached its highest water levels in one hundred years. I find it surprising that flooding was not more substantial. The water is finally receding. Banks are once again appearing on creeks. Docks are less submerged. Common terns and black ringed gulls are standing long side Canadian Geese and female mallards pecking away at the seaweed that has wrapped the pier. A new high-water mark has been established on the stone mole or jetty, made of large stones to protect the entrance to the harbor. These piles of stones are also used as “breakwaters,” stopping the waves from pounding the shores and disrupting boats moored in the harbor. A foot-high solid green line has been exposed on the breakwater stones where boats enter Forans Marina. There seems to be some relief in the water slowly receding, returning back to what we used to know as normal. There are times in our lives when we can also feel like water’s overwhelming us. When children begin to multiply, with each different one then the previous and all of them at once demanding attention, pulling every which way, all the time. You wonder how you’ll survive. Families trying to manage finances, with mortgage payments, transportation costs, insurances and bills, along with tuitions and tithes. It can make us wonder how we are ever going to make it. When losing a loved one, whether it be a parent or spouse, our world can seem overwhelming, giving us a sense of drifting, not knowing what direction we are going, let alone where we are. There are high water marks of stress and strain in each of our lives, that come at us at different times. It makes me think of the story of Noah and the ark, when the rains came down and the waters came up and at the very height of the storms, when they had been drifting on top of nowhere, we are told “And God Remembered.” That’s what walking along Forty Mile creek did for me this past week. It made me think of that little phrase, “and God remembered.” For those who have struggled with their finances, for those who find themselves lost in time, or overcome by grief, a rainbow goes a long way. And God remembered, and the waters began to recede. I love how God uses aspects of his creation to remind us that he indeed, does remember.