Today it rained. And rained. And rained some more.
I went to work, parked my car and raced across the parking lot to dodge the downpour. However, just as I made it to the employee entrance I stepped into a huge puddle. My feet were soaked!. Walking down the long hospital corridor, my shoes squished and squeeked with every step, heralding my approach. But I noticed that, as I continued and the soles began to dry, the sound was muted, and finally silenced. I looked back to see my wet footprints marking my path to the office door.
I wondered if my life “squeaks” with evidence that I have stepped into the Living Water? That would be a good thing! And, when I tread into the dry parts of life – the barren and bleak moments in my life and the lives of those around me – do I still leave footprints of His presence in my life? Or, perhaps is my soul too dry and needs a fresh dunk in the ever ready Living Water?