Drinking Water

I had left my house with a chore in mind and in a few blocks I sensed a drawing to go pray upon the hill overlooking my city. It had been a while since I had been there specifically. Arriving I felt quiet, not knowing what to pray. The parking lot was empty except for one car I assumed to be the pastor probably in his church office. I stopped near the gazebo and rolled down a window to hear my worship. I grabbed the small bible I kept in a side pocket and got out to walk.

The cold wind bit into my face and my hands quickly turned numb. I walked to the edges of the hillside and began to look down upon the streets lined with homes. I felt such a lack for words. Here alone I could only say aloud, “Lord, don’t let me get lost” and I pulled the small bible closer to my heart. Inside the pages was every prayer needed. In a short time I turned to go back to my chore.

Reaching for the door handle I saw a bottle had been put upon the hood of my car. The label only said, “Drinking Water”. Looking around I sought who had put it there. I did not see anyone and I hadn’t heard a thing. I’d only been here for no more than five minutes if that? Reaching for the bottle I got into the car to sit still for a few minutes. Looking at the label again I was reminded of my thirst for the Lord.

John 4:10 “…If you only knew the gift God has for you and who you are speaking to, you would ask Me, and I would give you living water.”

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