“…but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
Can you picture a large meadow of yellow flowers drinking up the water that flows so gently by? This stream of beauty is populated on the outer edges by trees that stand stoic throughout the course of time. The summer sun hangs lazily alone in the afternoon sky, while the air is punctuated periodically by God’s curious creatures that fly about on cue.
But that’s not all.
The sounds of the river as it tumbles over rocks in its path captures the essence of energy as it follows its familiar path toward the open sea. All marvel at its ability to remain constant. Nothing stops its flow. Its strength is undeniable. Its will, undeterred. The river beckons those who are thirsty to partake of its power to quench. For the filthy, it calls them to bathe in its capacity to cleanse. For everyone who seeks healing, it invites them to take a leap of faith and jump in.
Our Father in Heaven is ever-present to be the river of life in our lives. Always available to those who seek Him. He never deters, from His love and care for us. When we feel discouraged or depressed, we find supernatural strength in that reservoir of Love.