Deuteronomy 32:2 – Let my teaching fall like rain and my
words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender
plants.

Let’s see if I can explain myself…
When I go to the beach, I am perfectly content to walk along
the sand, maybe get my toes wet, admire the beauty of crashing waves from the
safety of land. I’m not afraid of the water, per say, as long as I have a boat
or the luxury of a pool! I can swim, but the unfamiliarity of the ocean and
what lurks just beyond my range of sight (which for me is not that far!) gets
me nervous. It has all my life. I’ve been on some of the most beautiful beaches
in the world – Trunk Bay in St. John for instance – and yet I spent the entire
time anchored to the beach while my mother snorkeled by herself the underwater
national park full of living treasures like coral and tropical fish.
My Daniel, on the other hand, must explore the depths. My
surfer dude grew up splitting time between both coasts, so he is familiar with
large bodies of wild water. He has no fear swimming out, diving down, finding
what he can find – like that living sand dollar I pictured here a couple posts
back.

The Living Water I can literally immerse myself in is His
Word, the Bible. We’re never too old or young, too bright or dull, experienced
or just starting out to learn something every time we open His Book. Going to
church, finding fellowship with other Believers and sitting under the
shepherding care of a pastor, is a vital avenue to those Living Waters.
I pray you have found, and we find, a congregation committed
to deep sea diving.
Hope you’re having a great week, Dry Ground friends! Keep on
swimming!
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