The trickles on the melting mountaintop eventually gathered into a cascade that tumbled freely from the faces of granite. Downstream from its tumultuous descent, the crystal stream slid crisp and cold along the mossy rocks, always seeking lower ground. The ripple gurgled and bubbled, ever spilling lower as it had for centuries. Living Water also flows downward, for the flow of God’s Spirit always goes …
Even from my balcony, I could tell that the pockets of seawater standing along the beach were shallow and placid. Stretches of sand separated these tiny, sunken pools, which dotted the shoreline in every low-lying area. These modest puddles attracted families laden with sunscreen, lounge chairs, and chubby-faced toddlers. Further out, where the Celtic Sea lapped at Combesgate Beach, the more adventurous played …
Holy Father, Thank You for choosing us as Your royal priesthood (1 Peter 2:9). When You beckoned us toward You, our very entrance into Your Presence is what set us apart. Yet, this distinction wasn’t just so that we could sit on a shelf and look good. No, we were chosen as people who would “obey and be …
Yesterday, while you were reading about an overflowing cup, ours was being refilled. Our first granddaughter was born. Felicity Kay Svebakken arrived yesterday morning at 6:20 weighing 8 pounds 2 oz. (I guess sometimes He does put a little something physical into our out-stretched vessel.)
