26 July 2017 at 14.04
Billy and friends. Walking away from primary school for the last time.
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“My people have committed two evils: They have forsaken me, the fountain of living water, to make broken cisterns that hold for themselves no water...”
I’ve made the mistake of shifting my gaze from my Savior to things that had no ability to save me (let alone a desire to) too many times to count. I’ve looked away from the fountain of living water to puddles of mud I thought could somehow taste the same. I’d hoped they would. They were easier to reach because so many others had made it so easy, and there were countless sources around me. And I’ve tried them, a good portion at least. They worked, too, for a while. I kept needing more to satisfy the same amount of thirst, and after a while I noticed that I started to feel sick from it, but a growing part of me didn’t care. It started to crave the dirt I was drinking in. It wanted more.
Then I started to hear the sound of water running down the faces of rocks. Almost as if they were stacked, piece by piece, with a purpose. As if Someone built it. And then I woke up. Something hit me harder than I’d ever been hit, but also held me closer than I’d ever been. It shouted, almost out of desperation, for my gaze, for my attention. And as I turned to look back at the source, I saw. And then remembered. I remembered the freshness of that living water, the fountain I’d inhaled deeply before and been satisfied by unlike any other. The fountain that flowed ready, waiting for me to choose it over every other option, ready to satisfy me all the same. The amount of mud inside me didn’t deter it. It was almost like it saw me without the mud. Like it saw me clean already. Surely it’s been here this whole time, I was just unaware of it.
May I never stop drinking from Your fountain, from You, that you might be living water flowing through me all the days of my life.