faith that flows like a river

for some people, their faith may begin like a gushing river, fast furious and forceful, sweeping everything and everyone along with it. after a certain distance, the river loses its velocity and power. it may then start to meander around the bends, putting itself against rocks, banks and other obstacles. some rivers may get cut off along the course, forming an ox-bow lake that is still and heavy with sediments. yet for some, the river continues towards the end of the course, diverging into many small streams. it goes forth with its own share of load, depositing the load over a large delta plain. the delta marks the end of the river, as it eventually reunites with the vast and might ocean.

which section of the river do you hope your faith will be? I hope mine will be deep as a valley, powerful as a waterfall, and far-reaching as a basin.