There’s nothing better than a great big glass of ice cold water after a 3 mile walk in the heat of the evening.
You’re parched. You’re tired. You’re breathless.
Yet, that water is like snow in the desert.
It’s refreshing to the bones.
It’s reviving to the muscles.
It’s rejuvenating to the very soul.
This is just how I have found my God to be.
I’m not talking about finding religion, and I’m not trying to convince you of an ancient tradition.
I’m just referring to a Friend who sticks closer than a brother.
I’m pointing toward a comfort in times of need, a peace that surpasses all your understanding and a fulfilling joy that words just can’t seem to describe.
You might scoff, and you might even turn the page, but I challenge you to simply try Him.
Just say His name.
Jesus.
He can be refreshing water for your weary mind.
He can be a babbling brook for your exhausted heart.
He can be a living stream for your parched soul.
On the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried out, saying, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.”
John 7:37-38
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