Neither Can Floods Drown Love

Many Waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.

Song of Solomon 7:7

I hate to admit that all those May 21^st posters did eventually have an effect on me. After reading one everyday, I came to have many end-of-the-world nightmares, starting with zombie invasion dreams, which were thankfully replaced by flood dreams (floods I can deal with, but zombies are a continuous threat).

Adding to my end-of-the-world thoughts was Madeleine L'Engle's book Many Waters, which deals with the Story of Noah in contrast to the verse from Song of Solomon about love not being drowned by floods (written above).

In response to all this, I became very aware of my personal standing with God. I began to wonder whether I would have been counted amongst those in Noah’s ark or those drowned in the floods.

In one of my flood dreams, I found myself amongst those in the flood. I remember the fear of being drowned as I ran from the rising waters. In one instance I remember trying to climb to the top of a subway track that was above the waters. As I climbed I saw the waters approaching, threatening to take me with them. When I finally got to the top of whatever I was climbing, I realized I could not reach the tracks. Hopelessly, I reached out my arm knowing I had climbed in vain. Yet, my arm was caught by another arm, which pulled me up. To my surprise it was a young lady barely over five feet tall. She had long black hair and tan skin.

Then, my dream restarted from her perspective. She stood at a train station, waiting anxiously for her turn to purchase a ticket. She sensed the waters were going to come soon. She purchased the ticket and sure enough the earthquake came, which gave her more of an incentive to speed up. She made her way up to the tracks, not wasting a second. I remember trying to urge her to hurry as I witnessed everything, knowing that my life depended on her timing. Sure enough she arrived and pulled me up. I survived the flood.

I woke up feeling reassured as I recalled the instance when the arm grabbed me from above. The arm was strong. I was surprised at the fact that i had not flinched or even slightly jerked my arm back. I felt safe the second I was touched.

After that dream, I was no longer fearful of the impending doom that those billboards foretold. I had the reassuring feeling that God had his watchful eye on me. After all, “Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.”