One morning B, the artist and I were praying in my family room. Bandit, my dog, the furry b in my household was in the kitchen evidently unaware of the holy moment we were experiencing. He was at his bowl gulping water like he was in a race to finish. You would have thought he hadn't had water for days.
I tried not to b distracted by his noises but I was. My thoughts in prayer drifted to his thirst level. You could hear it, see it, and feel it. Anyone who walked by his path would experience some of the furry b's overflow dripping from his jowls.
All that noise brought me to a quiet place. It made me think about me, B, the turtle at the well.
Do I open my Bible with GREAT thirst for living water to fill my b'ing?
Am I EXPECTING to encounter Jesus at the well?
Is He WAITING for me to meet HIM there TODAY? ( I heard a yes.)
The Lord is waiting for you at His deep well. If you call on His name He will tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know. And you will leave the well changed, refreshed, and with something to say.
Go Tell what you hear at the Well. Your 'Village' is dying of thirst.
B His Girl